• The Call

    The Call

    If I let myself be swallowed by the enchanting call of Music, like a helpless sailor called by mermaids, irresistible, I know that I will meet death. An endless spiral…

  • Ačiū Maestro

    Ačiū Maestro

    The great men of old… They all cross to the other side eventually. Not many are left. I was lucky to meet him. An extraordinary man. My mentor, my teacher,…

  • To you, my Fragile Narc

    To you, my Fragile Narc

    I see exactly who you are, and I see exactly who you could be. Absence, masquerading as presence. So painful to look into your own abyss, that you’d rather run…

  • His Majesty, The Diaphragm

    His Majesty, The Diaphragm

    This mighty muscle that nobody really cares to know much about, as it’s hidden, and not as visible as the biceps or glutes, and yet it’s if not the most,…

  • Lungs carry Sorrow

    Lungs carry Sorrow

    Grief. That explains why I am a singer in the physical body, to express through sound and air all my emotions. If I don’t express them through sound and air,…

  • Poem to the Gift

    Poem to the Gift

    Oh Magical Singing Power, fuelled by Heart, made of Music, the Frequencies of the Spheres and all the Mysteries of Sound.

  • Thank you

    Thank you

    To transmute all of that. The hurts, the betrayals, the contradictions, the confusion. The understanding of the why, of all this dark era has had a purpose.

  • Useless Pure Heart

    Useless Pure Heart

    Nobody wants a pure heart. Specially when it’s coupled with a fit body, a pretty face, an intricate mind, and a profound soul.

  • Purged

    Purged

    I see through it all. A heaviness has been lifted. The Mother Plant has rescued me, has shown me what I already knew, magnified, in a way that does not…