My Heart Is Mysteriously Alive In The

Every Drop In The Ocean Counts.

In The Second World War, I Was A Little Girl. I Was Evacuated In My Country.

When You Burn The Chair, You Suddenly Realize That The Chair In Your Mind Did Not Burn Or Disappear

Our Thoughts Determine Our Age.

I Started To Notice That Simpleness Is Divine. I Think We All Start Trying To Use Very Complex Harmonies And Rhythms And All That Because Of A Certain Kind Of Ambition. But I Was Always Trying To Create Something Simple.