1 month ago
..... the most beautiful thing on Sunday is Monday that swinging lunar day between the restart and I don't feel like it between the 'Where we are' and the 'someone has to do it' .... La Comet Neowise 2020 below The Bear chased by the 3 hunters towards the Epic Blue Mountains as in a dream that smells of reality there is the market the pharmacy the accountant the dentist the trainer the mountain guide the pulls Bones the red bandira more yellow than red that red outside but black Inside the Grande quarry a small window in the rock wall. who made that hole? who has ripped up the mountain. Under the grace of the Victorious we found the best precious Rocche Alumi Fresh Air and a smell could be Sulfur IN THE STAIN could be Peach ...
Apart from the genius Loci of Commander Cest .... finally a piece Very Cortese finds its Panoramic panorama. And with Epic Slowness we confirm ourselves Witnesses of inexplicable events that really happened. A sonorous Acoustic embrace compresses the ribcage and the spirit tractors in the pampas Maccaresana Noises of benevolence are heard around the Panthers One glimpses misunderstood stories find Glimpses of Splendor in the Memories Of instants whipped in the Multiverses ... or friars of the sgnappa and of the step we catch in the air that sighs in the woods that I do not know and smells of Wind .... The staircase of empty light seemed to shine and the geko revealed its secret Sticker Flami dreamed of something maybe 30 Kilometers from Tolfa perhaps a hill destined to transmute into a Mountain ....
3 months ago
'I was in the car listening to my favorite radio thinking about my next case and the cases of life ...' everything continues everything flows everything passes everything is confused work pauses sleepless nights dawns of days with gold in the mouth who there are no longer those who remain the trains taken those lost those who dream the 10 feet of table closed in a cabin put up like a miracle after the storm of the century. The last wave taken with desperation to the shore last time I saw you at the mayor's election the mint pot I brought it into the house to keep me company and perfume the environment by bicycle in the countryside you can breathe the surprise of starting again the courage to start again even if everything always seems the same even if everything seems changed forever today it is so tomorrow you will see today you are there tomorrow you do not know 'accent you accent even no if you will be there someday I will see you again Certain space Uncertain time Speed at measurable appearance the grain sways like your hair the pangolin walks on two legs while making a bow it seems a joke of nature I repeated myself in a future dream 'You contradict yourself you contradict yourself because you are vast and contain Multitudes' .... Pietro Pancho worker flower nursery Buggerru Sardinia.Read more
6 months ago
Good day everybody. Be save. Wach your self. Take care. We will win this situation.
Here our old live. You can also find stuff in Federico Maistrello account on NM1 Our guitars player (expired link) last year. We are work on new Album...MultiVersO
8 months ago
Volteggiare tra mille chiacchere in levare
sopra un altareEliso Abbozzare un Sorriso
Una smorfia un vaggito un ululatoPadulo Granitico Paleolitico Megalitico idrodinamico
col manico comodo e selvatico.
Dove sta scritto? E chi l'ha detto?
Tra le Branchie di questo attacco lirico
si muove in sembiosi il pesce spazzino
volteggia con noi viscidiAntieroi della vulgata. Morirò illuminato? La Pizia mi ha chiesto.
Cos'e' la verità?
Dormi mi ha detto e Cammina con me
camminare e suonare e suonare e camminare non smettere di amare ...Sbagliare mille volte si...ma non smettere di suonare e Camminare e Amare
Cammina con me
Respira con me
Suona con me
10 months ago
In the game, seemingly endless and seemingly infinite between disorder and order, there are our breaths, looks, hugs and escapes, searches and pauses, a carpet, a lamp, a transversal objective that cuts death and the night and day that rises in 2 new Moon we emerge liquid and trembling and apparently defeated ... suspended in the next step we recompose everything with what remains. I remember Let's take two steps I'll wait for you again. Participation and absence interpenetrate in a place that we can call MultiversO where the Soqquadro has coagulated. I do not want to say anything new, I love Silence but I am very well aware of the narrative laboratory of sound and images and dreams and of slamming it recomposes us in instantsDistants as the poet says of constructive and edifying processes. I looked at all our messages, photographs that make us up like a beautiful song and I wondered intensely who we are? The Dove was also not so certain. Multiverse. It looked like home but it was a walk after dinner with you ..... Decantation tests. Trials of October. Parallax syndrome. Trials of Rosemary and Nutmeg.
Indigo of dreams and umbrellas. We get lost tired in the dark of the evening. But I know and I repeat that in your arms there is a beautiful place where I am well and the weather seems lighter even in the worst of the storms. The Turtle makes a slow feast and the Snail on the Basil knows it. I like your voice
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