It is about the ideas and thoughts that are stimulated through art and music.

The abilities of the spirit are inspired by the development of the intellect through sensory perception.

Understanding for the substances and matters around us inside and material, which always change and evolve.

An undying entity that shapes itself out of nature and our cultures, unfolding unpredictably because the reins of corruption lie in the hand of the destroyer instead of the healer, the shaman, Mother Earth's subjects.

No, instead of watching in fascination the dance of oppression

So much pain and torment

And for what, when it is otherwise only a repeating pattern

In which we entangle ourselves to learn as woman and to weave threads differently.

In consciousness and respect

Like a sacred oath

That every deed

Every breath

Always agrees with the well-being of our Mother Earth

Thus art and music is

Music and art is our culture

For it breathes out the experiences that sensitise us

Not least also brainwashed and conditioned

But despite everything, it is still the call

Which even through the violent acts of little people

Incapable of loving, instead of hate with brutal ways

These we must meet with the call of our celebration of beauty

Of life

Of giving and taking

The kiss of nature and of togetherness

The wake-up call

Which awakens the souls lost until now (calls them from sleep)

For we know

Who lives themselves and trembles with the experience of life

Who strives for deeds in their words, who reveals them and then aims for them, Or those who lose themselves in words, who celebrate the spoken more than the done.

(Those who only lick the... ground with words instead of tackling life and truly discovering it)