Year-end Kolibri concert on the A38 ship!
Today I deleted Micheal Bublé from the Spotify search for the second time, so it's really too early for that.
Although, knowing myself, I can only wait until mid-November at most, I'm excited for Christmas. This probably comes from my parents - as I'm getting older, I realize how much I love them - this holiday was always organized with great care.
It was full of magic, with a living room covered with large sheets, behind which the angels were building the Christmas tree, my oldest sister said that she once met them by chance and they personally messaged me not to peek in so often, because then they always have to become invisible and until then they can't move forward and they have a lot to do, and this is still just our house... I couldn't even wish for more.
The first time I could see the Christmas tree in all its glory, with its sparkling decorations, its slender shape that always reached the ceiling. The angels knew no mercy in this, they knew exactly what we wanted, it was quite special.
Since we have a big family, there was also an insanely tiring part, where you had to adjust to everyone, and where the noise was constant for days. Joy and emotion.
Then suddenly the end of the year came, as if they had cut it all with scissors the size of a county, and New Year's Eve, the new year, had already arrived, and the seed of passing away had moved into me.
This is a very special time for me, I consider myself privileged to have been able to close the years with such great love and celebration together, because what is past is past, no matter how much I cling to it, I tear it with my nails, one way or another, it slips out of my fingers, so I understood that I can only do one thing: I will give respect to the past year, I will think about the good and the bad, I will let in the light and the shadows, I will not lie to any of its dimensions, thus keeping my sanity.
This was the best year of my life. We had great concerts, we met a lot, and really A LOT of people. You came. We have been able to show ourselves on so many stages, and I know it drips like ketchup, but without exception we have left a piece of ourselves everywhere. I think it is right.
The end of this year has come, I know I can't hold on to it anymore. Let's end it where we started. Come and close everything we have experienced together, one last big roar into this endless foggy field, where everything is meaningless and nothing makes sense.
We love you, I promise we will say goodbye to the year with respect, if we have achieved anything, this.
Take care of yourselves and each other, my bubble-headed friends.