I am back As if I never left Did I even leave? Or was this all a dream Of waking up in cold dark Count the frost on my car The lake...

Ain’t life sweet The sun coming up easy No where to be I call the world my home No key needed The door is always open The Beast caught my...

My American dream is becoming reality. Late afternoons bathing in Indian summer colours, winding mountain roads, starry skies. The road...

Santa Cruz has been a dream. Can't you tell? I have a three month visa in the USA and spent one third of it in this little paradise. In a...

The after-burn decompression in the default world. It isn't as hard as I expected. Probably because life is a road trip from festival to...