Marvel83' Prague, Czech Republic
Lonesome... And that's what momma used to call the noise that the wind made, and it haunts me to this day. It sounds like
the end of time. Sometimes I think I make music to shut out the wind, to find a place where the sands can’t touch, and the air smells sweet and clear. Like a spring morning after the rain...
A vagabond dreamer, a lonesome traveler and a huge 80's era lover.
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