In that isolated world, eons away from what we once called society, I dream of you. I encounter you in my lysergic hallucinations glowing in pink and golden: this galaxy plays with our fears and desires, and pulls the trigger that ignites our souls. Despite my willingness to escape, the idea of losing what remains of you, this tailor-made hologram that keeps me on the verge of madness, just sickens me. I might get loose of these chains, or I might keep on following your steps inside the dark maze of my mind.
Now that days are shortening play those summer tunes again, the ones we used to listen to by the sea, under a great blue sky. Let your uke sound joyful like in those old warm days laying in the green, under a bright dusk sun.
During the last weeks of summer we had a refreshing scape to Formentera and Ibiza, paradises by the Mediterranean sea. When you’re surrounded by turquoise waters, golden sands and blue horizons your mind expands. It’s away from the madding crowd when you’re able to truly breathe.