Spring is in the front door of my house. Finally. I waited for a breath O2. I hoped in silence, fatigue winter starting to be too heavy for my taste. A series of concerts where things are ripening, grow, arise. A new environment too precious, which adds to an already strong team. I'm growing new wings. I want to fill me again notes, reading, music, inspiration, beauty, intoxication, too. I want to escape again. But further. more pointed. Decidedly fatigue of winter is still fresh! But ... Spring is here. Sure. I hear shiver down the stairs. Everything will start again. again .... I told him to go. He shouted "I'm coming!"
