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In my imagination

  • Poetry

I know you will never be mine

But still I close my eyes

And imagine how beautiful it would be

Philadelphia, May 1892

A soul passing through the Portal stopped halfway and said to Life:

“What have …

Experience and Poverty, by Walter Benjamin 1933

In our reading books there was the fable of the old man who on his deathbed makes his children believe that a treasure is hidden in his vineyard. They only have to look. The children dig, but there is no trace of treasure. When autumn comes, however, the vineyard yields like no other in the whole country.

Guitar, not just an instrument

  • Music

Words of wisdom… I believe that how we play is largely informed by the state of our souls. Think again Want to know what’s really going on inside of you? Record yourself and listen……your soul will tell you instantly.