“He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife.”

Can music save our mortal soul?

Music and laughter Are on the menu And some Time travel

Remembering imagined lives

The Smiths, man...

When is it darkest again? I forget.

It is night and my heart goes to you...

It is Night, an english translation