He´s blowing by the wind

This song I`ve made on the mountain, just before leaving to the big crowd, played with an electric piano I shot these images at Buenos Aires..

Aiming towards the unseen sky we climb upon high those eyes of grace and colors and ourselves...in lines

we're still on!!!

Lyrics: brilliant are the eyes of the being which is blowing the wind- face-and the porous skin instead of being static, he flows and he grows over the river which is streaming eternity poems are waves, endless basis which we was born and torn under side by side we carry the night , blooming pulses of stellar sins

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