Daffodils and chamomiles
Debut album
A palm above the vain and sensual scent of flowers, among the hypnotic colors of daffodils, flowers of deception, the circular flight of a butterfly.
Slow and unpredictable, like the spiral of imagination.
How many times are we hypnotized? In a frantic race that gets us nowhere faster and faster?
How many times is the first step always the last?
How many times do we have the feeling that it is late? But for what?
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