Lyrics to the song: Awakening good feelings, fighting is part of life, and seeing the best of you. Cherish the bad and good times, if you think about giving up, think again! you are capable! Believe in yourself.

Real dreams, who believes what they point to?
I dreamed that I was better than today, maybe I am or not, but I live in peace.

Along the road of this life I reinvented myself, changing plans and moving away from the disguised ones.. Ah! How I got it right. I'm stronger now, I put pieces of myself together and remade my story, that's life.

Real dreams, who believes for what they achieve, I dreamed that I was better than today, maybe I am or not, but I live in peace.

Real dreams

Alchemists is about transformation through imagination, reaching the intellect through the senses and contemplating which properties each thing possesses in reality.

ALCHEMISTS

Just set them up
Though I'm only seventeen.
Just set me up.
I'll take the fall.
I'll take a drink.
And I'll knock them down again.
No resolutions made here.
I'm not out for friends.

Deep is the valley where the sunlight never shows.
Deep is the chasm. 
Which you sink beneath. 
You fall so low.

Oh, set them up.
and I'll prove to you all that I.
Am the greatest.
On the pages.
That ever was.
Oh, set them up.
Sit back and watch me drown them all.
My intuition, all your judgement and my lies.
Oh, set them up.
There's nothing better to do.
You should try walking a mile in these old shoes.

Deep is the valley where the sunlights never shown.
Deep is the chasm. 
Well I'll sink right down. 
You set them up.
Watch me fall.
I'll fall so low.

I'll take that drink.
Some years since Seventeen.
You set them up.
I knock them down.
I'll take that fall. 
No giving up.
I set them up.
And knock them down.
I'm still around 
Oh, I have been through this before.

Deep is the valley where the sunlight never shows.
Deep is the chasm. 
Which you sink into. 
You fall down.
Deep is the valley where the sunlights never shown.
Deep is the bottom. 
When you sink them down. 
You set them up.
Watch me fall.
I'll fall so low.

Set Them Up

strawberry vanilla  and a family package of hankies...
the ultimate tools in cases of masochistic self-destruction...
melancholy as the ultimate goal 
and me and myself 
under a  dome of tinted glass 
lookin outside 
and watching 
a world of fish...

It`s Been a While...

Eclipse

Gravity (Cover)

Medallion

Recorded May 2025. Performed on a #Yamaha NU1X hybrid digital upright piano. Rendered using #PianoTeq by #Modartt. Mastered using #LogicPro 11.

Composed by Johann Sebastian Bach.

The Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 1: Prelude No. 1 in C Major, BWV 846

i am utterly terrified for the future

Title: The House in the Woods, Part I
It was the kind of Sunday that felt like an Indian Summer—soft golden light filtering through the canopy, the hum of tires on gravel, and the scent of pine and late-blooming wildflowers drifting through the open windows. Harry and Elise had no destination, only the pleasure of each other's company and the winding road ahead.
As they rounded a bend, Elise leaned forward, her eyes catching something through the thicket.
“Darling, please slow down and turn around,” she said, her voice tinged with wonder. “Did you see that home back there?”
Harry glanced in the rearview mirror, puzzled. “No,” he replied, “but I’ll go back for you, dear.”
He reversed slowly, the tires crunching over fallen leaves. There, nestled deep in the woods at the end of a long dirt path, stood a Victorian house—its silhouette grand yet weary, like a forgotten melody. The gables were ornate, the windows tall and shuttered, and ivy curled around the porch railings like nature’s embrace.
Elise stepped out of the car, drawn as if by memory. “It looks like it’s been waiting,” she whispered.
Harry joined her, brushing aside a low-hanging branch. “Waiting for what?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward the house, each step stirring the silence. The air grew cooler, the light dimmer beneath the trees. A strange feeling came over her being, as if someone was watching and following them.  A rusty hinged door creaked open with a cry, as the couple crossed the threshold into a place where time had folded in on itself. 
Inside, dust danced in shafts of light. A piano stood in the parlor, its keys yellowed but intact. Portraits lined the walls… faces half-faded, eyes that seemed to follow. Elise ran her fingers along the banister, pausing at a carved initial: E.
“Harry,” she said, her voice trembling, “I think I’ve been here before.” (To be continued... )

Eclipse

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