There is a long landscape composed by thousands of pieces.
Places I´ve been during all my life.
The more I live the more I remember and dream with all the persons and all the sunsets.
The smell of the rain and the colors of the evenings of the past are more intense and vivid.
And in the middle of that Dreamland landscape I remember myself as a little boy sitting by a river of dreams.
Maybe inside of someone´s own life landscape.
But I can see however that nowadays there is a lot of landscape missing.
Physical and in the memory of people.
So I can´t forget the music of Love.
Love for everyone and everything.
Like the wings of a bird over the clouds of my memory.
In a Landscape - John Cage