“I battle every day, looking for the means to survive, assembling all the pieces of my mind”. About three years ago, this is one of the first songs I ever wrote. It’s a song that I sing for those in need of healing. It’s a recipe for depression I use myself whenever things get ruff, the tuff get going. You know we peasants we gotta stick together. Peasant love. Fuck what other people think, find your passion and stay with it. Don’t chase the money, money will follow you, because money follows hard work, and originality. And if by chance the money doesn’t find you, so what true happiness is good mental and physical health, take care of that and you will be surprised how well things turn out. Amazing science. Always reaching and feeling baby, till I die.