Mimosa 2000

At first, it seems that everything repeats itself endlessly - the same thing, round and round. But that's where the magic lies: like a mantra, like breathing, like the wind, which never blows the same way, even though it sounds familiar. Each “no” lies on top of the other, like layers of transparent fabric, and at some point it no longer matters where the beginning is and where the end is.

The music picks up and carries you away, your body surrenders faster than your head. Another moment - and the rhythm becomes your only support. Everything else dissolves like sand from your hands. And this brings a strange calm: you can just let yourself disappear in the flow, as if the whole world has shrunk to a single touch, a single breath, a single movement of air.