No song is just a song – they are sounds of waves on the surface of the ocean hiding thousand mysteries. đź’™
Author: Possimiste
Behind the scenes: Who Are We?
Do you want to know everything?If you want to know it all, sweet curious beast, this is the place where the answers are hidden.
Yudi, the wonderful co-director and videographer will give it a beautiful start!
(And of course feel welcome to ask questions here and follow everything in real-time via Instagram @Possimiste.)
Who Are We?
I have been on a journey through the jungle hiding karmic life lessons that one needs to go through to find myself home again in myself.
Cards
It was one dark winter night I spent all alone in a mysterious house with the piano. I heard this song in my head, I don’t know where it came from but it felt like a some kind of a message from somewhere that is not our world. It got me very puzzled and I visited my gifted friend Rax to dive together into the world of spirits.I’ll tell you more soon.
https://open.spotify.com/embed/track/5bpAB9bGXdznrKnG4frvEe
Tour Diary: Sun Circle
17.11 – New York
Last night was rad.
We played two gigs in a row and afterwards had the craziest party with the people who came.And of course with my New York friends. I have so many beautiful people around me.We celebrated life through making music and then celebrated the fact that we know how to celebrate life. I’ll never forget that suncircle. (Is there an English word that people use for talking about the whole 24 hours of a day?In Icelandic there is “sĂłlarhringur”, which means “sun’s circle”. )
The Flight of Lulu
Long time ago I got stopped by a stranger on the streets of New York. She looked deeply into my eyes and then took out a little package, saying: “Keep it for a day you feel like you there’s nothing more to lose”. I took it and had been carrying it secretly with me in my pocket every single day. Until one  day there was really nothing much more left to lose.
Snow Angels
November 15
It’s snowing like crazy.
I’m taking the subway this morning.Moments of
-waiting for a train to arrive
-waiting on a train to arrive (some place)
have  always been the times when  ideas find me.
But everything is so fast here in New York City. Especially trains. You have time only for short poems until it’s  over.
Like snow  angels
made on the first snow
we melt
and soon we will be forgotten
