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2x12"
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PERL 134LP
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A matter of pace, an analog memory... Feel safe: like newborn, take your first careful steps on a clean slate while Maayan is your supervisor. Naïve and happy, you leave carbon footprints on your way into the "Positives". Then a faster pace: some tribal folk music from a tiny world, where people dance around an LED fire, commands a gallop to the "One And Ollam". Latinfection guaranteed. Your "Nonplus" motion interferes with environmental geometry. A memory from an analog past flashes like a daydream. Upward and rising, your smile workout succeeds while scintillating waves say "hello!" Having grown up to a motorik being, the determined goal however never appears. The journey into a "Perfect Storm" is the reward. Maayan sends you some motivating words. Then have a break and jump on the "Light Train" of thoughts to enjoy blurred reflections: on the water and in your mind. Sing your body beautiful and free. Words come in bubbles, a heart-throb away from a "Light Tower". Feel like stumbling into new adventures on a pathless terrain. Slowly and cautious, the "Novemberme", which is the one that approaches dawn, celebrates tristesse with a funny accent. Kick the blues with a beat. "Somewhere" lost but regenerated, find Sisyphos 'generator of vitality. A nascent religious mood at the Autobahn service station fades into the fog. Finally, the circle of pace is almost closed. "After Laughter" of amazement, Maayan leaves you with a soothing mantra of confidence: an everyday ritual fun you should indulge yourself in. It comes in waves.
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