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every night i fall asleep with the roots. every night i leave the window open. i listen to different sounds and i’m surprised to find them blending together like colors. they blend like colors mixed together by an experienced painter. we should try to understand the language of colors. the language of music. no matter who we are or where we come from.

every morning i wake up with a cup of coffee, a cup of tea, a bowl of müsli with yogurt and the roots. the sun shines through my window i cannot see my display. i shut the drapes they create a nice yellow light in my room just dark enough it doesn’t give me headache.

i fall asleep, i wake up. i do every day i’ll do it tomorrow. sometimes i just need a break.