Sofia / Vienna, Bulgaria
Every song i write tells this story.
A story that humanity needs to know about...
In my music I speak about unknown things,
impossible things, ancinet things, potential things.
No two songs tell the same story.
They say that history repeats itself,
but history is only his-story.
You haven’t heard my story yet...
My story is different than this story.
My story is not part of history.
Because history repeats itself and
my story is kinless, it never repeats itself.
Why should it?
The sunset does not repeat itself,
even does the sunrise.
Nature never repeats itself.
Why should I repeat myself?
