As I wrote somewhere else this morning, “you don’t always have something to say. You can’t always say something. In the last week, I didn’t have much to say, but the little I had to write, I couldn’t even write.”

But from today, I am again in front of the blog that wants words, judgments, discussions, photographs and emotions.

Yes, from today. Later, but from today everything must start shining again.

It’s not that there’s still so much time ahead and before I’ll listen to this beautiful song alone at home.

I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul
Where I’ll end up, well, I think only God really knows
I’ve sat upon the setting sun
But never, never, never, never
I never wanted water once
No never, never, never

I listen to my words but they fall far below
I let my music take me where my heart wants to go
I swam upon the Devil’s lake
But never, never, never, never
I’ll never make the same mistake
No, never, never, never

The song is here