:: Aria Sebaldina :: Wim Winters clavichord :: Evelien dance

And there she crawled on my against my nose (with some pressure), eyes fixed in mine and then, very soft: ’Daddy?’ ’What’s up, “snoepeke“?“ - something like little candy, but untranslatable I guess. “Daddy, I would like to dance.“ “O, great!“ “With you.“ “Even better. On YouTube?“ “Yes.“ “Next recording daddy makes?“ There she changed position, upright now, one solid rock of self confidence, nodding her head, thinking how I could have guessed that so rapidly. The conversation changed. Now the neg