1. 'MONTER' - new song.

    Photograph by @khalidness

     

  2. .The End.

     

  3. In the studio listening back to my songs always makes me have to on hold to myself. # Photograph taken by @anilauriefilms

     

  4. #Music #Art #Film

     

  5. 'The Lost Loves Of Paris'

    #Amour #Paris #Ghost #Throwbackthursday #Song #Art #MichaelHaneke #Theearthbelongstonoone

     

  6. ”…. butterfly they like you better framed and dried..”

     
     

  7. Writing session. New songs. New state of heart. New state of mind. #BILA #MUSIC #ARTIST #TOBELOVED

     
     

  8. Hello Beautiful, it’s been a while since I last saw you. #MOROCCO

     

  9. Back in the studio making songs for your bones with Kwes.

    runawaytowardsthelight:

    Hybrid status parachuting down in music and film. > Bila is back in the studio. < (at Music studio )

     

  10.    I am

    'B L U E

    Trailer coming soon.

     


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  12. I’M COMING…

    B I L A 

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  15. B L U E. By Jeremy Syrop - New York City September 2013 

    In the depth of our sadness and pain we manage to see blue
    feel blue
    become blue
    As we embody the essence and the living reality of blue in all of its struggling persistence
    we realize that in blue is a beauty
    The blue of many colors, hues and tones
    The dark blue, the cold blue, the light blue, the baby blue
    In blue becomes a song
    In blue becomes an allegory
    And as we become blue we become the ocean

    And in the glory of the ocean
    In its tides and swells
    In its moons, its floods and rivers the blue water conspires and lifts into the air
    It gathers, it dances, and it splashes into the sky
    And in martyrdom, the blue is met with sun-kissed gold
    melting into the mystery of the sky
    seemingly to never return, to never come back

    Yet in the heights of happiness we also manage to become gold
    We manage to be immersed in its laughter and warmth
    cursing the blues that have come before
    mocking the blue
    damning it to never return
    Angered and offended the waves which evaporated and disappeared begin to pour from the sky
    A war is birthed between the sun and moon
    In the fury of the hot sun, its rays pierce the cold, ocean water
    only to be strangled by the deep depths of blue
    Disappearing, the rays become nothing more than memories.