* The Third Song

Just a picthrough one of the songs of my new album:

...
A punctual sky is looking down
like every night, with every sun
a crowd of questions soft and halfspoken
and no answer is coming out

My father bleeds, my mother stands
my sister's left, my brother's gone
I search around into the blue
and as I watch I know the truth

There's not one atom in this scar
that will make me proud of what we are
it's just a stain on the backside
no one will see, no one will cry
...

* Deer lungs

The song I am writing is about a place of suspension. A bridge. A safe place even thou it is precarious and apparently dangerous. A place exposed to the winds of life. Constantly decostructing and reconstructing back again. The wide lungs of a free deer, breathing thin high air inthe headlights of a bullet.

* Wait for me

Wait for me. Nothing follows without bargain. You give, you take. You pay, you buy. My voice is my passion. Lost is a way of going back home and finding a place. So it is, for some of us who know the difference between nothing and too much. Between seeing and not seeing.
I wait for you. No luggage needed.

* 1999

This song was improvised word and music to remind me of something that happened in the year 1999. Something that modyfy my existance, my soul, my body and everyone around me. A true mutation.