Pathetic Excuse of Vacation Achievement Unlocked

 Third time is the charm, they say.

But by this reading, I was still crying and unable to absorb everything and ended up putting post-its to go back and meditate on events, sentences, inspiration, work ethics, music and anecdotes.

Only once done, I realized maybe I shouldn't have bothered with the damn post-its after all.

The Promised Land

Why do we stay in the cradle?
Why do we provide suffering to our little heart?
Our star did not leave us, did not leave us
Our star did not leave us, did not leave us
The pulse of veins flowing in the earth
Faint, faint pulse
Heart leading to death
And the weak life return to the planet
Is it necessary to sacrifice the soul?
Why do we stay in the cradle?
Why do we beg for mercy?
In the fatal earth?

The comfort 2017 brought me was meeting with half of my musical raison d'etre.

I saw Nobuo Uematsu. I attended the concert. I got a picture. I looked at him in the eyes. I still have extreme mixed emotions about this encounter.

I will do the same with the master, and then I will be ready than ever to take the Leap.

Safe in the Harmonics of Uematsu

I finally met him

Drained on the emotional scale.
To meet one half of my musical existence was nothing like I expected.
Susumu Hirasawa next and I will be ready to die.

Rendez-vous on Feb 3rd

Dear sir.

Omaha, Nebraska here I come

A Nobuo Frenzy

Minutes of Silence

This is WHY I go to coffees to work on my articles: how am I supposed to carry on typing and reading when FF VII OST comes to play?

Minutes of silence please, nothing moving. Zishlaw, Cauchy, please be seated and stop popcorning...

Let us all drown in the magnificence of Uematsu's notes.

I feel the urge for an FF VII marathon again...Gosh, it's not a good time. OR maybe it so happens it is...

I'm not writing -_-

Tuning to these Towers

Write-O-Rama Jams

Sending a Dream To The Universe

Once Upon a Time, I thought I disliked music and it was one of those things that didn't speak to me.

Then, one as Nobuo came by and my soul melted. After, second as Susumu reached me and my heart wasted.

As much as I loathe the overwhelming power the music of these two have over me, however I pity my being for melting and wasting away at the uninterested works of fellow humans, I still send prayers whenever I'm praying, as soon as I remember them, in their names, sending prayers for these two ar tonelicos of my own.

May I stop being before your music ceases.