Feels plays awesome piano without a fail. I didn´t know it until he came over and sat on the red seat. I mean, I secretly knew it, I just don´t know how. I think it was the feeling Feels provoked the first time I heard his guitar. I felt that such musicality could not be confined to two stringed instruments. My feelings guessed Feels right.
Gently, Feels touched the ivory and then the ebony keys and suddenly it was kind of Debussy. Actually it was even better because I could notice all the watery movements Feels expressed from his own within. I could feel Feels feelings as my own so-called me.
Feels was afraid to sound too melancholic but I encouraged him to keep going because it felt incredibly beautiful to my heart. My words were not enough so he decided to reinvent himself and started to use only the ebony keys and it sounded really Japanese. He claimed some Kitaro reminiscence while I held my geisha fan.
I feel that Feels felt me writing about him. He has just rang the phone.
feliz ano novo, joana.
(:
ainda tô rindo muito por causa de sexta...
surreal.
duas coisas que tocam muito fundo, ao mesmo tempo. heartcrushing.
Dear country girl from northern Austria.
You are the reason of all these magical moments. You are subject, the mistery, the true. You are his dearest one. You are the choosen one.