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Strip the body, leave the bare emotions, dream of being a pure spirit that lets itself be taken
by the hand of friendly ascending currents.
Eyes of an eagle and its flight along melancholic ridges of green rock, light solitary natural monuments.
Living string compositions rise high to glide in Pindaric flights on ambient currents. Gliding over green misty, rocky, windy, solitary, gray landscapes. Approaching sinister neoclassical precipices ever closer, brushing against cinematic Popul Vuh suspensions.
Love for nature, minimal neoclassical melodies scented with cold air, ruffled by solitary unease.
Sounds continue to rise and fall gently, a tribute to nature, to forms immersed in the mist.
A warm cold can be felt outside, but it warms with its musical intertwining high above the ground, yet always a step away from the heart in solitary lands where it's a wonder to take refuge.
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