Time is flying , and I have been able to measure it thanks to the fruitfull encounters born from
Call Out.

Assaf seated on a chair facing the wall, on a corner, he started to play a very quiet and somehow sad chord.

I did not abandon you, I stepped aside.

Those creations that were born within me will come to you starting Friday to celebrate our spring.

Over the blank page bearing the waves of my indecisiveness, my stylet remaine hanging a longtime .