Missing Way /2013/

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Mystica are:

Rosen Kolev / Guitars /
Sonia Spasova / Keyboards /
Borislav Angelov / Vocals /
Maria-Magdalena / Vocals /
Stanislav Chokarski / Bass /
Viktor Dishev / Drums /

 







Dreams in Real Forms /2008/

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Sitting at The Lake, piercing the dark mirror of a wind-curled surface there he stood, and now he is dead, not waving but drowning. Muffles sinking in water, not waving but drowning. He looked around, a path to a lake, oblivious. A no road to nowhere. As if he has not noticed – it was no lake, just a rain pool in a dirty street of a big city. Time is elapsing, and one last thing to do – back into a beginning.
Quite incredible it is to suffer the desolation of abomination all around himself. Destroying his dreams as a mad artist would burn his own masterpiece, his own Dying Dreams. Screaming pyres of burning canvases. A fire mirror reflecting his listless face without a feeling of warmth of flame – on the contrary the cold was getting colder. In his frenzy other’s canvases were cast, into the fire, unknowing, yet too late…
After so many year on this stage he’s learnt to percept the people by the looks of their faces alone. They were the only thing visible to him in the dark hall. He is not just a Clown. He never thought of the public. Until the day he saw them. It was the instant when his consciousness was entangled in this ravishing apparition carving forms that he has been oblivious of …

… he summoned them but all were masked, there, on the stage. How was he supposed to find her since the only thing he knew was hidden beneath the make-up?

It’s a crossroads and time again. He has chosen one and yet where did the rest three let to? No hints, no tips for him. He could have dreamt of three more lives to understand. Surely, he was not allowed to have them. All directions let to one Way to Another World .
So human life is but a rope beneath a circus cupola. A tight-rope dancer fleeing in a blink. A bright beginning of a rope intact and whole (it’s all the future). Whilst in the unconsciousness of middleness (past and future). Then last, when the entire length of rope is broken, a memory remains, its past. What, thereof, of losing concentration and falling off the rope? You err, you leave. The only thing that stays between a rope and ring is the inexplicable Mystica.
And it was so easy, in the beginning, … in the beginning it was just Impression.