Method: A great and wonderful collaboration with Ransom and the Mood!
Listen to more of his sounds here:https://soundcloud.com/ransomandthemood
Narration: There is one stalker no one can avoid confronting, eventually. Are there minor ones, too, verging on the edge of physicality?

Lyrics copyright jo richter:

you don't see me walk the streets
in my infrared spray-tan
my ultraviolet hairdo
I was standing next to you
when you cracked that joke
about a one-eyed parakeet
with a lisp

you never knew I even existed
with my infrasound voice
and my bat-sonic footfall
I was approaching rapidly
when that car of yours
screeched to a halt
at the edge of the cliff
in the Carparthian mountains
that summer

you never gave in to the wind
I raised to blow you off-course
the pebbles thrown at your window
all that rigmarole ruckus
I raised to make you believe
in that which is me
like poltergeist ashes
blown to your doorstep

The Stalker - collab with Ransom and the Mood

Avenir.

Comme un pauvre  Vagabond 
errant sur les chemins de sa  vie chiffon 
Comme un poète maudit 
Écrit sur le sable mouillé 

Refrain 
Ta  voie  est là, juste un premier pas  suffit pour partir 
laiss’ pas   la peur  te voler ton désir ton avenir

Copie le saltimbanque
qui jongle habile avec ses envies - envie 
La statue immobile
qui voudrait s’envoler  s’en aller


Comme une poussée de sève 
Réveille  ta vie , refleurit le Monde  tu rêve 
C'est dans cette  lumière qu’il te faudra tracer   ta route

Imagine le monde
C'est temps pour toi d’entrer dans la rond(e) tu vois 
C’est ça  C’est ce premier pas 
qui t’a fait saisir ta vie c’est  ça

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Future.

Like a poor Wanderer 
wandering the paths of his rag life 
Like a cursed poet 
Written on wet sand 

Refrain 
Your path is there, just a first step is enough to leave 
Don’t let fear steal your desire, your future

Copy the acrobat
who skillfully juggles with his desires - desire 
The motionless statue
who would like to fly away


Like a rush of sap 
Wake up your life, the world you dream of blooms again 
It is in this light that you will have to trace your path

Imagine the world
It's time for you to enter the circle you see 
This is it, this is the first step 
who made you grab hold of your life, that’s it

Avenir

Singing a fascinating poem from my late father...

Na anímica existência, nosso corpo suporte,
atómica aparência, está condenado à morte.
E, em geral, morre ao fim de umas dígitas décadas,
sem que deixe pegadas, nem toques de clarim.
E um protista ridículo o decompõe no sono,
o faz descer no ciclo do azoto e do carbono.
Mas a alma, essa etérea instância que em nós sonha,
terá também bactéria que a ataque e decomponha?
Esta a magna questão, prenha de consequência,
que me assombra a ilusão de uma sobrevivência.

E, se os homens se vacinam nesta vida, que é de penas,
isso significa apenas que os micróbios nos dominam.
São os nossos seguidores, inimigos incansáveis,
pais de pústulas e dores, de doenças incuráveis,
que nos amargam os dias, nos fazem descrer da sorte,
nos deixam de mão vazias perante a força da morte.
É por isso que esses frios postos de vacinação
são nossos templos sombrios para uma técnica oração.

English translation:

In the animical existence our supporting body,
atomic appearance, is condemned to death.
And, in general, it dies after a few finger decades,
without leaving footprints or bugle calls.
And a ridiculous protist decomposes it in its sleep,
makes it go down in the nitrogen and carbon cycles.
But the soul, that ethereal instance that dreams within us,
is there also a bacteria that attacks and decomposes it?
This is the great question, full of consequences,
that haunts my illusion of a survival.

And if men vaccinate themselves in this life, which is full of suffering,
it just means that microbes dominate us.
They are our followers, tireless enemies,
parents of pustules and pains, of incurable diseases,
that make our days bitter, make us disbelieve in luck,
leave us empty-handed before the strength of death.
That's why these cold vaccination stations
are our dark temples for a technical prayer.

Templos Sombrios

scusasse

'bestowed' 
https://www.instagram.com/p/DGMLO6SOijI/?next=%2F

When I waken from my sleep,
and you're laying next to me,
somewhat tangled under sheets,
my heart sings with ecstasy. 

Please don't ever let me go.
If you don't love, let me know.
Otherwise, babe, let it show,
and I will bask your love bestowed. 

For I forever only want you.

bestowed

You call me up
Let's do a movie
You know it's gonna be fun
Now should I go or just say no
"cos I can't stand the pain

Stuck between a friend and a lover
Find myself here again
Stuck between a friend and a lover
Again and again

You knock my door
Say come on out
Why don't we both go to the beach
Lay in the sun
It'll be such fun
But you're still out of reach

Stuck between a friend and a lover
Find myself here again
Stuck between a friend and a lover
Again and again

Instrumental

Stuck between a friend and a lover
Find myself here again
Stuck between a friend and a lover
Again and again

Outro

Stuck Between a Friend and a Lover

A Re-score of an Albion Colossus trailer . #colossusrescore 

You can view the video here 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIDUY0Zyc_o

Albion Colossus Re-score

Collab with Wilfried Hanrath; https://soundcloud.com/wilwilwil

Reimagining Below the Sky (Wilfried Hanrath & Hega)

Compilatorio de versiones en estudio. Invitados especiales: Elbio Escobedo; Juanito de la Marea y sus Progresivos; Las Suculentas Fatídicas; Yoko; Watermelon. Letra, Concepto e idea Musical y producción: Héctor Bohoslavsky

Magia es

La lunga strada

Dizzy With You (Original Version)

Thank you so much for listening to my music, if I don’t reply immediately I do apologise. Life has a way of getting in the way of things I’d rather be doing but I do appreciate your listening and support.

Stuck Between a Friend and a Lover

The Gobi Desert Canoe Club