The thirst. All my life I felt it. Unquenchable, irrepressible and constant. She twisted me over the years so that my heart is no longer a crisp and cracked autumn leaf which is almost falling into dust. From the depths of my grave, trapped between these four walls I only had as solution to drown myself deep and deeper into work and creative wanderings over the lost illusions. A salvation which cuts both ways, has the bitter taste of wood and earth. Sometimes I think that this strength of will and the perfectionism that characterizes me, this ceaseless quest that I pursue, will seal my tomb forever. Maybe that I would never be happy. However, I know that my soul doesn't need that much to be finally in peace...

7 days before the release of the album ;) !