Byron Bajaro
Prenzlauer berg, Berlin, Germany
Almost born and raised the most isolated place in Denmark. Almost a musician, broke, behaved and a nice guy. Low on money, high on almost everything else and almost happy.
Barely making every day count as a day to remember. Having a hard time remembering every day. Falling in and out of educations, jobs and love. Having a hard time understanding the world while the world is out of time trying to understand me.
I sense. Like you and the animals.
I taste.
I smell.
I see.
I feel.
I hear...
Music. That's all you need to know.
