I jumped into the river...

so long time ago I can't hardly recall what it felt like not to be immerse in it. Yesterday I sang many songs which I've kept in my worse memories like if it worked as an exorcism. I don't know if it worked. I still feel that sensation of being listening to music through my hands covering my ears. Everything tastes real though. I've swum in the company of whales, unreal sea monsters, weird fishes... all coloured, all different and astonishing, so beautiful that, although I feel my luck has changed, that remains unavoidably. Well, of course I'd like to sit and chat. Well of course I like to stay and chew the fat if someone is listerning in... and I think some people is listening, or reading, which is almost he same thing. But instead of my voice, you're listening to your own voice, speaking through my words. Thanks for be listening. I'll keep singing and howling and dancing and jumping and of course writing. I've given all I can [and wasted all my payroll], but this is what I get...