30. April 2020

Fertility. Love. Growth. Friendship. Where is it all gone? I never felt such a black Beltane day. Not even in times of big heartbreak or loneliness. I feel the earth dying, the mother goddess turning in her bed. A dry bed, a bed of destruction, not of love and birth giving, nurturing energies. Her power is gone. Humans rule over her with violence and ignorance too. They forgot that she is the one they need to live. They forgot to honour and serve. To treat the earth like their habitat. They...

03. April 2020

Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts. Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces. Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air. Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar. Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms. Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore. Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin. Covering all lust with distance, covering the pulsating feelings in you. Missing flow. Empty joints. Cold smoke. Covering all the sins, getting...