The swirls cast their hypnotic spells and what is left, eh? Silenced tongue, nebulous thoughts as usual. But then endearingly special ears and a voice that like the sound of the waves, the fluttering sensation of skirt to skin calm the squirrels and tension eases. This ephemeral place where her words mirror your words, brains mind map and timing is no longer the mechanism that requires you to calculate or manipulate. No. This is the syncopation of BE. The most quiet, the most pure space of HERE.
Centered. Relief. Buoyancy. This is love.
El Perro Del Mar - I Can't Really Talk About It