Les jours filent , le temps coule comme le sable entre tes mains. Go on, spring is here, then gone, summer is in the horizon, now its winter and still you are wondering what it is you are after?
Transcending all the elements and matters,
There you are; I and I.
to the scarce listener in time, suspended in the moment of present.
You are there. Là , n’importe où.
Music eternal.
Peace
