i am me no labelsa mix of many dings shuremuch baggage has collected much scars proudly onesold now a bit tired from the long waywalking the personal storms passing trough love the sea and his shores empty beachesthe books and the music of my livefrom time back there where allways bookswith me on my travels passing the timepage by page leaving smal sandcorn in my memoryfrom cold dessert nights to norden lights from beduine lands to sami kotta there where bookwith me and my dreams