I love to travel the landscape of souls.
Mysterious one of cats
and loyal dogs with a good look .
There are souls laughing at life
like frenzied banjos and sarabandas
and other where melancholy violins
welcome the angel\'s prayer ...
Those like wounded birds ,
forever frozen in yellowed sepia
and old sapphires from a bygone empire...
Souls of rain and wind ,
tender memories ...
eroded tombstone where the gaze
of an elegant lady fades away
in the sough of time...
Old south of all music
Jazz and soul !
Armstrong\'s trumpet tames the moon !
Sublime summertime mood ...
Cotton club\'s soul is a black smile ...
It\'s beautiful and makes you yelling
like a merry go round melody !
Piano solo at dawn ,
soto voce liberty seed
beauty of the meditative breath ...
I\'m a young soul looking for my way
in a curio store ...