Circling around the top
Of the tall tree, my dreams are flying.
They are like doves, crowned with pure light, pouring out music as they fly.
How they fly in and out of that single tree how they paint me with gold!
Rocking myself in the golden treetop,
In gentle breeze, tells me my soul released, that I am all!
Rooted; But with your roots invisible.
Alone in the new day the green, the bird, the flower.
Yes, ever more surely alive deeper and mightier
Ever more branched the roots and ever more relaxed the flight!
The freedom to strike deep roots!
The certainity of boundless distance in flight!
Butterfly of light,
The beauty fades - when I approach your rose.
Blindly I chase you, seeking,
First here, then there to catch you:
Remaining in my hand is only the pattern of your flight.
Realisado en: Santanyi, Mallorca, Galería D´Art 1997
Bankok, Thailand, Suan Pakat Palace 1998
Grácias a : Ingo & iRay Soundproductions, Antonio, Mustapha, Khaljda, Helena, Rachel, Peggy, Arturo
y Galeria D´Art Joanna Kunstmann, Rolf Hinteregger, Ultimate Akademie
Photos: Jutta Dick, S.Helmes
SoundCollage (Ausschnitt) El mediadía se anida a tu tímpano, I-ray Studio,Köln 1997 (11 min - mp3)