The Blue skies Moon and stars like a painting in my heart,the sunsets in my head while the sun shine through my bed.so i  pick up my guitar brush and paint,while cameras hanging on my brain.
Photographs memories that would last like a broken dreams in the past,so please let me dream again just,just, to see and fix this broken dreams.the dawn is breaking its early morning,the street lights fighting but still standing,cars are passing and the sun is coming to me.....
my work is waiting to the place wish i had been,pressure drop on your mind think of it that your one of a kind.
to explore is to discover,when your life is gone to nowhere,to adventure is to capture freeze the time and endure.if i could only bring back time to be there somewhere in time.
so tell me.tell me if its true?tell me,tell me, i need to know?that you need me,want me,love me and take you with me to this broken dreams....
this is my music that i made here in Mauritius,titled Broken dreams when i wake up this morning ready to work this song is keep repeating on my mind and it seems like i had a broken dreams last night and need to fix it,this is the hardest part of living alone and restless you have no one to talk to especially on the coldest night,you need someone to be there and care for you..the loneliness and emptiness inside that you need to conquer is part of the survival as an expat..