What does a spider think, in front of the Evening Star…Roddy
Roddy is a protected species coming from an iberic spider and from the height of the ceiling.
Listen on to his story:
In my case, I came across a guitar that was lying at the end of an attic, and as soon as I got it, I forgot that the granaries are frightening – at least is what they told me… I believed it until I was six years.
Then I said life is beautiful, let’s go see the cellar … you never know, I love basements, darkness, the shadows and colors that can live within: nothing will be as they say, my demons are already dead.
School was the first war where I attended and participated as combatant, against the benumbing of fresh young brains. At 16 I left, one idea in mind: LONG LIVE THE ROCK!
I write because it is like that,
The apple tree gives apples
The cherry tree gives cherries
An air current gives the common cold,
I have nothing to explain in my texts
Only to make words live together for a time
Not a word more.
I stay with this primitive instinct
In any occasion
I am convinced
That inside each of us there is an autopilot who always wants our good.
That’s what I aspire: not thinking, stop thinking about!
I currently work on a project, solo but not lonely!
Stay tuned, shuttt …