Through the door

The man who comes back through the door in the wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.

Aldous Huxley – The doors of perception

Anonymous

Rarely or never I post a track with artworks taken from other artists.
This is the case: Walking Through Walls.

I think that art has to remain possibly anonymous to be real art … that’s my poor opinion.
And more: a real artist must walk through the walls to be appreciated.
Anonymous ghosts?

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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