Imaginary Friends


Sometimes I need to dream of the imagination I had as a child.

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Falling Apart

Strings in progress

Sometimes I’m in doubt about myself. My insecure fingers blindly running over the strings … till they suddenly remember other invisible ones, connecting me to the beloved faces and moments of my life.

Dystopia

You have to download it directly into your soul, in case the web Matrix will be corrupted.
My new and old remastered tracks:

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