Dear Friends,

Our spring tour brought us this time to the East Coast, Felixtowe.

Let`s go!

When the weather is resistant again and you start to count the wild pigeons on the sky not to see the grayish landscapes :-),

there`s always a way to keep cheerful. Here a small riddle for you:

- What name of a region could it be???:

HERE THE ANSWER! We just passed a bored ham that got stuck in some wood :-)))

An inconventional duett ;-):

Cloudy emerald moodscapes...

GLOOMY SUNDAY it was - as Billie sang...

RAPUNZEL; RAPUNZEL, throw me your hair! :-D

Felixtowe`s coastal flair:

The venue:

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The Alex itself:

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Balancing

Practice sticks XXL:

"Soundchecking" and waiting for the gig!

Zygmunt - the whale caller and Sylwia the whale whisperer...:-):

Drums in motion

The gig was fun! We felt that after playing the new material intensely, everything starts to sound like "US" :-). Felixtowe is very lucky to have a great musician - Rob Palmer as a promoter organizing gigs at the The Alex! Thanks Rob for having us again so soon and for the much appreciated, kind words during the announcement of our gig !!!

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A city flooded with red!

Planetary - constellation:

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Setting off - time to drive back...Long way before us...

Waving from the aquarium ;-):

Shivering neons

Good night Alex!

Song of the wave...

A bit of poetry at the midnight hour:

“
Song Of The Wave

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The strong shore is my beloved
And I am his sweetheart.
We are at last united by love, and
Then the moon draws me from him.
I go to him in haste and depart
Reluctantly, with many
Little farewells.

I steal swiftly from behind the
Blue horizon to cast the silver of
My foam upon the gold of his sand, and
We blend in melted brilliance.

I quench his thirst and submerge his
Heart; he softens my voice and subdues
My temper.
At dawn I recite the rules of love upon
His ears, and he embraces me longingly.

At eventide I sing to him the song of
Hope, and then print smooth hisses upon
His face; I am swift and fearful, but he
Is quiet, patient, and thoughtful. His
Broad bosom soothes my restlessness.

As the tide comes we caress each other,
When it withdraws, I drop to his feet in
Prayer.

Many times have I danced around mermaids
As they rose from the depths and rested
Upon my crest to watch the stars;
Many times have I heard lovers complain
Of their smallness, and I helped them to sigh.

Many times have I teased the great rocks
And fondled them with a smile, but never
Have I received laughter from them;
Many times have I lifted drowning souls
And carried them tenderly to my beloved
Shore. He gives them strength as he
Takes mine.

Many times have I stolen gems from the
Depths and presented them to my beloved
Shore. He takes them in silence, but still
I give fro he welcomes me ever.

In the heaviness of night, when all
Creatures seek the ghost of Slumber, I
Sit up, singing at one time and sighing
At another. I am awake always.

Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me!
But I am a lover, and the truth of love
Is strong.
I may be weary, but I shall never die.
”