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Hello fellow readers. Back again, and on Blogger 2 already! Last year we had a very active visitor flow, although it slowed down to almost 1 visitor per day -_- Any explanation? Certainly, I haven't written much lately. Now that I have the time to post, with my consciousness and brittle fingers from this savaging freezing weather >.< , I want to say hello to everybody, and wish a great start for this new year. I indeed had a very interesting start, let's begin! Bassic

Life is just like plucking a guitar: you see the guitar from afar, walk to it and hold it in your arms. The guitar, with its many faces, sizes and colors, is prepared to sing the story of the world. Your fingers readily dash about, around the strings, sensing their son-to-father love from the metal strings. Then, as if the true moment of life, the climax, got to a bottleneck route, concentrated, impressive, excesive, ready to explode and grow on the plane of existance, the string is plucked. It vibrates, smiling as it dances to and fro amongst the millions of atoms in the air, launching them to oblivion. It laughs, then it dies.

Star Guitar
As a train goes by, the leafs tremble by its mighty power.
Where will the train go? Only its conductor knows.
The train splits through the air as ballons shudder from its speed, the girl's hair lifting as if excited, the guitarplayer stands there unaffected.

Highway
What lies on the other end of the highway? Some plan for it, others just go through it, others stop in their tracks in the middle of the road. Where are we, where are you, where am I?

Afternoon Pause
What better than a little nap in the afternoon to recharge your batteries? There is always a time to rest between all those activities you have planned. :3