MoltoCortese. New lirics.
Very courteous
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