Our senses are limited....Our memory is selective.
Sometimes for our own sake, too....
Fragrances blown away, flavours washed aside....
razor blade guitar riffs grasping empty clubs` ceilings,
sunsets swallowed by darkness....
Sparks in the eyes of a stranger bounce on our skin.....
An experimental attempt to frame vanishing emotions
.. before all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain
10 September 2009
Wing-surfers , Czech Air fest 2009
For some people,
flight is much more than moving from A to B for biz trips or holidays...
it is passion, freedom, achievement, dedication, overcoming, heritage, dream.
For all those weirdos, for whom the best music is a roaring afterburner
For some people,
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