When you burn, life happens in the street, in those footsteps that tread the asphalt while the heart sends its Morse code calls into the invisible. When you're burning what matters is the music in your ears, this new song by an artist whose music is not played on radio, even if of the passers-by few are present. When you…
What I like about Cornwall is that "waiting for the wave to come" is a common practice, due to the high concentration of surfers. The other day, Mike Brett told me that he felt he had reached the end of the maturation phase of his art and was finally ready to share it. It’s rare that I find myself talking with artists who…
I should go an cry I should go, sit down on the yoga mat, pick the right posture, with a slight stretch, the one that is soft enough to make me feel the subtleties of my pain I avoid. I have other keys to the laundry room of my soul, words are one of them. I can already feel my…