Rock'n'Roll is not dead. I saw him riding one roasted cruiser with the horns of Deer as a handlebar, cowboy cheap boots, Lampard leggings, and psychedelic sideburns.l I was Tempelhof Field, the greatest ever social spot. I said to my girlfriend "it could happen only here" and I was meaning that only in this city, remodeled from beginning of twentieth century to become the most modern town in the world. Total social, where Rock'n'Roll is only one of the accents of the expressions. The gold of romantics, are the words.

It is one of the very rare regions where it's possible to melt completely with the Nature for the long days of summer. And it's a kind of dream awake experience to walk across a meadow at the beginning of the evening after one fully sunny day. The fragrances of the herbs are very strong, the pollen of the grass, of the herbs, and flowers are floating in hot and dry air, like a stardust. But the forest standing around is cooling softly with its chlorophyll breath. Every being is getting from the late sun a sublime golden aura, every being is singing the psalms of trans...this meadow is such a beauty, that it is one of the most appropriate places to make love...

Granada...my strange, beautiful, sold and bought thousands of times, your flowers are blooming in such a peculiar way in a burning sun, my...kind of love to one point on the earth. So many bricks to heaven, so many, many... By a principle of freedom I don't possess a piece of land, and it would be so inhuman for me to possess one. How is it possible to buy a piece of the Earth? In fact, it is just kind of stupid habit for a range of beings considering them as Humans. Whatever, Granada is one of the points on the earth, which are desired seriously from many centuries. Who desired this place so much that was fighting for it using the weapons of all sorts, from swords to philosophical thoughts? What kind of arrogance?

I love to listen to Gypsy songs.
They are the melodies of the not filtered, not modified, not adjusted emotions coming out of the singing hearts. Their rhythm is always very dancing, slow or fast, no matter, it is like rock'n'roll from the fifties. It is better than rock'n'roll. These songs don't need empowering electricity, they are the conglomerate of the highly vital vibrating frequencies.
So, I was pedaling through European trash dramas, and I was listening to the Gypsies' beautiful songs. And try to compare the Europeans folk popular rhythms and melodies to theses of Gypsies. For big luck they are very fundamentally different, because all beings should cherish the differences, but once are much heavier and much less life vibrating than others. Whatever, when I rode into the industrialized union of the European Gardens, the Gypsies' songs just shouted down. Every intelligent person would fail in a huge consternation seeing what I have experienced. And this place has existed since the sixties of the twentieth century. It means over sixty years of ultra intensive production of vegetables and fruits, which are finally digested by millions of humans living in Europe.