5 minutes with myself, embracing immobility of the time. Getting older? I don't feel it. Does rebellion need a cause? or jus so fuckin' different. Yes, it is all about love; I keep following my unframed emotions. Stray Cat Blues - The Rolling Stones [audi
I spent my life in immersion with music and artists. Music is about emotion, fusion and sharing warmth. Do you remember Anastacia? A sweetheart, a good person. Anyone dressing a 'Guns and Roses' T shirt cannot be a bad person. Music makes us better loving peo
Architectural Lighting Design is definitely not a specialty of engineers, it is about creation. In my long experience in the field, I have served many architectural projects, some famous, bringing to talent of architects or magnificence of historical monuments,
There is always a silver lining on darkest cloud! Passed year was first time I considered dropping he rope. We should always remember that Providence make sometimes the last step hardest...to sweetest moments. Yesterday, my beautiful and tactful team surprised
I always left, out of boredom...Remains nostalgia, not regrets....scars in the heart. I did not forget anything [presto_player id=6706]
Since we surged out of darkness of German forests, 17 Centuries ago, who did corrupt our minds?
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One day, It will be the last day of mine. I will close my eyes, one last time on a patchwork of images from my long run...not landscapes or monuments...a mosaïque of colours, people, languages and music. I left so many behind....regrets? There is no new plac
A 20 ans, un souffle nouveau, sous le nom d'amoureuses flammes...C'etait il y a 40 ans, c'etait hier, le temps ne compte pas, seules les rencontres restent... [smartslider3 slider="32"] [audio flac="https://www.panhuys.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/Fa
Only hyper satured sound of guitars...and Bass Fender Jazz Master can express violence inside of me. I am not a fan, it is not my mindset, there a few artists that I consider walking the way at my side. We share a sort of stormy romantism, the very one of the re