El Ropero de Gaspar

Rain, you said, is silence turned up high. It has been raining now for days. Even when it stops there is still the sound of rainwater, laboring to find some way into the ground. We lie in grim embrace: these two halves trying to be whole, straining for this break in the static, in the white noise that was rain falling all day and all through the sheeted night. Silence is rain with the sound turned down, and I stare out now on a clear view of something left out on the line: a life, snagged there - drenched, shrunken, unrecognisably  mine. - Robine Robertson

Rolling in the beats (live mashup) from Ithaca Audio on Vimeo .

The Cyclotrope from tim Wheatley on Vimeo .

"What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly... thank god she was right..."

"Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you" - Dirty danc ing