8 acessos
I´m sitting here all alone
all alone in this small refuge
working on my own sounds which come to mind
songs fading in fading out
rearranged to desired shapes
inventing loops and sound wasted years but …
years they have come they have gone
all alone in this small refuge
solid beats go deep
forming verse and sound
now I´ll fullfill all my dreams
de-arranged multi-coloured sounds
sculptures in my mind wasted years but …
i ´m on my way…