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This album, or rather, this book of sound poems emanates the sensation of wind lashing the dry face, words eaten by the air. Death that is almost never absent seems to sew itself excellently with the sharp force of the wind.
This album, or rather, this book of sound poems emanates the sensation of wind lashing the dry face, words eaten by the air.
Death that is almost never absent seems to sew itself excellently with the sharp force of the wind.
Listen now and let Murubutu's poetic winds carry your imagination and emotions.
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