“I would have preferred to sing the blues in any small bar full of smoke than to spend the nights of my life scratching into language…” (Alejandra Pizarnik)

Abstract Sounds & Razor Sharp Words To Illuminate The Silence… Surrounded By Tears And Shadows… Sadness, Sadness. This Life Is An Ever Evolving Dark Night Of The Soul. And What Am I – A Galactic Wreck – To Do? In This Cosmic Catastrophe, There Will Be No Romantic Survivors.