|
Sunset, Ginostra, a solaris dancing among the trees, melodies whispering from the sea, Pablo and Berlin crafting a pearl under the canopy of a fading sun. A stroll along the shore of your many comforting memories, Solaris is painting the evening with vibrant hues of sound.
Madera arrives after the sunset. Cineatic scenes. Gleaming beauty. The music soars. A celestial flight. The night unfurling its velvet cloak. Djembe drums evoking tribal dancing, primal instincts, the last cigarette of the night. Heavy distortion drenched guitars are drifting deeper into the abyss, while we sit around the fire, stair into the flames and ponder. Pure magic. |
|