Η Αλεξια επιστρεφει...
οπως παντα γλυκεια, ψαγμενη, εκανε "τα ταξιδια "της και ειναι ετοιμη , μ αυτην την αθωοτητα στο βλεμμα... και την φωνη απο βελουδο
η πιο αναγνωρισιμη φωνη της γενιας της , τραγουδησε απο ποπ μεχρι chic corea, χατζιδακη και θεοδωρακη και μας δινει την δικια της μουσικη
αντε περιμενουμε..
δες και ακου στο www.rebe.com
(Re-bE for me is a very private and a very open self-dialogue.
It is a bridge that has connected me to myself, then back to others again. Anew. To my expression, my creativity, my joy, to my own truth.
Re-bE is my ''scrap paper'', my true rehearsal, my procedure for the procedure with which I became re-connected to my own.
It was a lesson and a quest for love. To re-discover love.
Love for me and love for the others.
It was a lesson on trust.
Trust first in me then back to trust for the others. Anew.
...and we are what we were so restlessly searching for... 'twas in us;
All bridges, all open doors and windows, all lack of towering walls and mazes, what kept us from loving, from being loved, from being understood.
The puzzle, that I had left half-done, un-done, that summer's day on)
It is a bridge that has connected me to myself, then back to others again. Anew. To my expression, my creativity, my joy, to my own truth.
Re-bE is my ''scrap paper'', my true rehearsal, my procedure for the procedure with which I became re-connected to my own.
It was a lesson and a quest for love. To re-discover love.
Love for me and love for the others.
It was a lesson on trust.
Trust first in me then back to trust for the others. Anew.
...and we are what we were so restlessly searching for... 'twas in us;
All bridges, all open doors and windows, all lack of towering walls and mazes, what kept us from loving, from being loved, from being understood.
The puzzle, that I had left half-done, un-done, that summer's day on)
