"Saskia was discovered on Soulseek, and is that rare blend of musician, visual artist, and performing artist. Hailing from Barcelona, Spain, Saskia brings emotional sensitivity and dramatic flare to her music. It's music that makes you wanna dance, that makes you think...and may even move you to shed a tear for lost love."
- slskrecords.com
Hello Saskia, Long time no "see"... I have forgotten where are you from and decided to visit your myspace. And I was gladly surprised when I saw Barcelona :) I was in Valencia in the beginning of april and truly can say that I'm in love with Spain! Hope I can visit your beautiful country very soon again! Much love and positive vibes from Varna!
Supongo que se trata de otro de los misterios por resolver de Lourdes, qué se le va a hacer si a ellos les pueden las vergüenzas!! Si tocas algún día, avisa! Besobeso
You're very welcome. I've actually had to change some of my own lyrics to my own songs because you sing almost the same thing...lol...but way better than I can...lol...
You're truly amazing. Thanks for being a true to yourself, insightful, non selling out artist who puts words to melodies that make us think and feel what we wish others would understand. Your music makes so many people feel less alone in this world. Trust me on that.
Saskia? Where are you? Are you still searching for someone to play guitar with you? I've created a new song, please I need your opinion, it's "Passengers", feel free to listen to it on m myspace 'aimerynth'. I know I must record the voice again, I was exhausted. Maybe would sound great with our voices? Sure. Tell me something, honey. Cristina.
Saskia, Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. Torrent vibrations cling to your skin and force you to consider relations with the perils of your eyelashes torturing my libido. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat.
