I don’t know how many of you might like this music. Surely I don’t care at all about plays, likes and trends, but I wonder if I like it myself!
I play exactly what comes from …??? I still don’t know.
All I know is that music is the perfect mirror of how I feel, and here is the river of my thoughts, faces floating on the water, friendship, ghosts, good moments and mistakes. Sometimes melancholy is sweet: sometimes, just sometimes.
Refractions
Sometimes I feel like a RockStar … I know! It must be a Guitar Refraction … this happens when I’m suddenly inspired.
InvisAbility
Remaining INVISIBLE is an ART today, but it’s not so difficult … we can learn from nature how it works.
This track is dedicated to my invisible friend Antares and his (un)natural chaotic disappearing.
Time traveller
I’m not sure about the destination: Past or Future? I’ve too many things to indagate in the past, and sincerely I don’t wish to know how brilliant is the future, or maybe I don’t want delusions … and you?
• Quick link to > TIME TRAVEL & PARALLEL UNIVERSES
• An interesting search for Time Travellers > SEARCH FOR TIME TRAVELERS
… but I wonder whether a Time Traveller is interested in such a search.
Sweet tree
No words for this one … just my subconscious playing …
Distant Sounds
… or DISTANT GALAXIES
A painter is lost if he finds himself.
That’s wonderful, said by an octogenarian artist.
MAX ERNST

Naissance d’une galaxie (Birth of a galaxy) was created in the year of the first moon landing. Man had conquered the lunar symbol of the yearnings of Romanticism (a cultural epoch so important for Ernst) and found only empty, rocky silence. As if by way of a replacement, Ernst allows a new galaxy, its circular disc patterned with dots, to arise out of the nebula of primeval forms inhabiting the lower border of the picture. This galaxy is located in the imagination – and in the picture seen here. Entirely in keeping with Ernst’s fantastical natural history, the eternal, ethereal realm and the here and now of artistic invention converge in the moment of this picture.
Somewhere
I’m going to delete my asocial accounts (not this), so I’ll be just HERE and THERE in your ears (and possibly in your heart).
Traveling – travelling
Anyway you name it, TRAVEL is what I mean … when I play.

This guitar-bridge is just a few miles far from northern Dublin.
