Avant Garde Experimental Music

The neckline of the night has so much secrets...


(approx. translation)

I go tied to a kite
clinging to its rope
trying that my feet do not lose a shoe
trying that my feet do not lose a shoe

I cross life quickly
trying not to fall
prisoner of the winds
the moments inspire me
prisoner of the winds
the moments inspire me

I give name to the stars
illuminating the neckline
of the Night of the Gods,
of the Night of the Gods

I am filling with gestures, words and events
that orbit within me
Parallel Universe
that I see only in my dreams
Parallel Universe
that I see only in my dreams

How difficult to know how to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope to grab it

How difficult to know how to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope to grab it
 
How tremendous is love - Through the hallways of a painting


I dreamed
I dreamed
you were calling me
I was looking for you
through the hallways
of a painting
holding on the wall
of a living room

I dreamed
I found the shadow
of your steps
in front of
a closed door

And when I opened it
your picture was
on a lost corner
of a street with no houses

I dreamed
I dreamed
we were two,
three,
thousand,

A crowd that hugged and kissed
under a rain
taht did not fall

How tremendous is love
among so many you and me
 
Broken Glass - A laboratory, a trial…


Even not forgetting
I forget you

Love
is a continuous trial
in a laboratory
full
of broken glass x2

where the Today
when sinking
transforms the Yetrerday
in a raft
for castaways x2

But
meanhwile
you always touch the success
even for a second
of gold
 
The rose in the copper vase - She entered dressed in her timidness


The rain fell slowly
as if not wanting to
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind
that the heat left behind

She entered
through the open window
sifting with ther timidness
the penumbra now
already cool
already cool. x2

The houses
and things
were still
still still
letting themselves
be touched
by her presence

and the drowsy time looked at her
like a child like a child

No one spoke
only she sang
and more than sing
she hummed
a slow tune
that moved
the feeling

What fragrance

her drops gave off
shiny and pale
fresh
like a young rose
that perfumes the sitting room
in a copper vase
 
On the ceiling of my room - What could have been yet it has been


After talking to you
I fell strange
strange
strange

My words
become undone
and they get lost
in unrelated letter
roamong my state

And
so
lost
in the parenthesis
I contemplate
hopw
the light
filtering through the slits of the blind
projects the street full of lives of others
on the ceiling
of my room

I think about what could have beenç
and yet it has been
at least those minytes
talking to you
it has been it has been it has been i
t has been

I inspire the moment
not to get caught
by the stream of what is gone

and I think about
my diairy
where my hand will write things
that I did not know
 
Caving - With my voice in your ears

Be safe!


I'm sad
I am sad

i hear you talking
but i don't listen to you

I get lost
in the corners
and drawers
of the dark of yourself
when pronouncing
her name

I'm sad
I am sad

i hear you talking
but i don't listen to you

I get lost
in the corners
and drawers
of the dark of yourself
when pronouncing
her name

I'm sad
I am sad

and when you ask me
what you already know
a strange vertigo
opens in my belly
throwing me into a void
that doesn't exist
throwing me into a void
that doesn't exist

When

You insist
you insist
you insist
I give up
and open my mouth
to let the hate that rides me out

Caving
caving
caving
with my voice in your ears
seing that you are still the shadow
of the man
that you were

caving
caving
caving
 
The road to Perdition - Creepy experience, anormal fusion

The headlights of the automobile illuminated the white lines of that road to perdition


She left behind
her fight her fight
while driving
the car the car

crying crying crying

She thought of her fig tree
and her palmera
prisoners of. that earth
she'll never tread again

She thought of him him him him

Everything was a hole
in her heart

She was no longer a bee
making honey f
or dark mouths

Now she was just a plant
upside down
with the roots in the sky
and the leaves in the black

The headlights of the automobile
illuminated
the white lines
of that road
to the perdition
 
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L’ Àmour entre les feuilles - Love in the leaves - Strange Fusion


I wonder
what is my life
where are hidden my dreams
your eyes and your lips

long time ago
that you are not coming
looking for the one I was
in who I am now

It's a shame
it's a shame
the time that passes
left its leaves on my face

my book is running out
it has very few pages left
to write my tomorrow

It's a shame
having you
without having you
 
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The Joker - Playing with tears of others


While I wait
for everything to happen
my window
looks at fear
letting all the monsters
appear
letting all the monsters
appear
appear

and the time
becomes accelerated
making my night
and day
a never ending end

Life Life Life
you are a joker
playing with tears
of others

Liffe Life
you are a joker
you are a joker
playing with tears
of others

Life that invents itself
always in a hurry

life that weeps inside
and makes my lips smile
 
Sometimes, a word full of so much


Far away
Far away

Everything seems far away

my breath
my sense of logic

Even my heart
beats away

sometimes
sometimes

and though I live me
I can't reach me
because I'm far
because I'm far

And if I see myself
from the inside,
I do it
from afar, from far
transformed
in perspective

Moving further away
to see
in this amplitude
that being
that does not know
how to be

I call me
I call me
and imagine that I hear me
and that I answer
myself
I am my echo,
echo, echo,

Sometimes
Sometimes
 
On the pillow of fear


I dreamed
that my feet were chasing
each other
running
in the dark
among the cracks of a day

I dreamed
that I was flying
over a field
of white faces
that shone
under the light
of a sad moon ...

I dreamed
that I was walking
no walking
it was the Earth
that moved
under my feet

How many flags fighting
against the storms they did

I dreamed
that a street emerged
between night and life
full of people hidden
in the shadows
of their wounds

and that a drum sound
shaking the corners
puting out the streetlights
with the fury of a hydra

and that it was me
the one that ran
between tears and fire

When I dream
on the pillow
of my fears
 
Thirst for you, for your mouth, fire that springs from fire


Come close to me
and let me
look at you

Let yourself
be caught up
with me
by the warm of our eyes
our eye

Sun of the soul
that gives me life
upon touching me
Upon touching me

Let your breath come close to mine
and without kissing
let me want it
imagine it

Thirst for you
for your mouth
fire that springs from fir x2

Come close to me
and let me see in your face
all your faces
of yesteryear
and of tomorrow

make my gesture a mirror
and hug me
in silence
slowly slowly slowly

to make the feeling
becomes complete
eternal eternal

image that will remain in time
love that I have
for your love

Thirst for you
for your mouth
fire that springs from fir x2
 
The woman that became invisible



The train is leaving
you go in it
I stayed there
wrapped by the coat
you gave me
and that made me invisible
invisible
a long time ago
a long time ago

I didn't see your face looking for me
I didn't see your mouth calling me
I didn't see your hand on the glass
leaving a trace
of a try

I didn't see anything
that made me feel good x2
I thought
lost there
on the platform

surrounded by goodbyes
greetings
comings and goings
nothing was mine
nothing was mine

I am a tramp
through my destiny
my soul hurts
it hurts my soul x2

and although the air
smells of wood
it smells bitter to me

of dreams that burn
of hands that
do not-do not caress
to lips that become dry
'cayse their unspoken words x2
 
The Red Coat


When I'll die
my love
do not tell anyone x 2

I don't want they comb my hair
or paint my lips
and make up
my face

Don't let they put me in a coffin
I couldn't call you
if i wake up

Take me in your car
to the forest
where lives the tree wearing our names
and leave me sitting
under its branches

just put
a coat on me
to have no cold
while Time
erases me 2

The red one
that gives so much life
to the paleness
of my face

And when you'll go
I will become a red rose
having to discover
how not to be
missing you
 
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