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Music has always saved me. It was always there. In my car with a cd, or listening to a radio or a concert. It was there in difficult times and even in beautiful moments. It was like a warm blanket under which I could take shelter and free my thoughts. I always thought the music was a beauty. The one that envelops our…

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If I look out of my window, I see trees, green fields and hills. Sometimes even some deer eating their breakfast and then toddling away fast. Everyday. I turn on my coffee machine and I enjoy the show. A bored you may say. Sometimes it may be. Time seems to stand still. The view of those of you who live in these…

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Two blue velvet curtains. Many columns placed around the oval hall and the seats of the same velvet but red. A wooden stage and a rare atmosphere, vaguely steeped in old-fashioned perfumes, intriguing meetings, and happy moments. I have not lived the golden years of the Kursaal. This place was born long time before me.…

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Yesterday I was watching a video I had made to a craftswoman at a local festival. She was there, in his little booth, with her works of art in plain sight. Linen. Old and new. Pieces of cloth on which the hand passes over and listen to the sound, before choosing which one to put your wooden mold on. I do not the name…