Eleven was born on the train, in a bathtub, in bed at night, in a car going to lively city pubs, in a hotel room. 

It was slowly created, bit by bit, throughout time and then came together all at once.

Here starts a dialogue between various songs, the first intuition of poetry and sound.

Here starts a tangle of music and words, ideas of a melody not yet defined that hum in your mind.

Just as each of every small drop makes the sea, lots of notes tune in and give shape to one.   

A calm inspiration crosses through the entire creation, where many people with their visions and experiences met on board of the same dreamy ride.

Listen to me,

Read me,

Dance over me

Those thoughts of yours

that melt in dreams

and make of them a sweet lull