
Under a solemn sky, amplify and wave a good-bye to cold concrete. Here is stage whisper while a silver laced palm keeps cave to break the perspective of an alpine landscape. Watch the snowflakes and listen to the colours turning grey. Somefade away. Some create new ways. It is how it has been for aeons. Single parts overlap, converging into something greater. Is it safe and sound? No one really knows. Trample down all the bad ones, spare the ground. [mehr anzeigen...]