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    Asking for Love

    in The Performance Hall

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    Asking for Love
     

     

     

    Life wakes up 
    while removing the make up of Night
    sounds here and there 
    spread around the house

    I stay still by your side
    as I watch the sunshine 
    slowly rise up the wall

    My little dove is asking for love

    I caress your back softly
    and I tremble tremble tremble
    at the thought of a tomorrow 
    without me or without you

    I hug you tightly 
    I sink into your warmth
    and in your breath
    nothing else matter but this
    and I stay listening to the dove
    humming in my mind 
    her love song

    Testing the Neumann TLM 103 microphone

    in The Recording Room

    Posted

    But… Hell and Heaven have no doors…?

     

     

    Why do dreamers 
    lose their dreams 
    when they wake up?

    there are robbers in their mirrors

    Why the planets 
    are pursued by black holes

    forced games of the unknown

    This eternal role of everything
    turning all living beings
    into hunters
    or into the food to hunt

    Hell and Heaven have no doors
    how to know if you go or come
    among fire and wings

    why why why

    Why do dreamers 
    lose their dreams
    when they wake up

    there are robbers in their mirrors

    Why the shadows 
    are alive under the ground
    turning people into ghosts

    This eternal role of everything
    turning all living beings
    into hunters
    or into the food to hunt

    Hell and Heaven have no doors
    how to know if you go or come
    among fire and wings

    But… Hell and Heaven have no doors…?

    in The Performance Hall

    Posted

    But… Hell and Heaven have no doors…?

     

     

    Why do dreamers 
    lose their dreams 
    when they wake up?

    there are robbers in their mirrors

    Why the planets 
    are pursued by black holes

    forced games of the unknown

    This eternal role of everything
    turning all living beings
    into hunters
    or into the food to hunt

    Hell and Heaven have no doors
    how to know if you go or come
    among fire and wings

    why why why

    Why do dreamers 
    lose their dreams
    when they wake up

    there are robbers in their mirrors

    Why the shadows 
    are alive under the ground
    turning people into ghosts

    This eternal role of everything
    turning all living beings
    into hunters
    or into the food to hunt

    Hell and Heaven have no doors
    how to know if you go or come
    among fire and wings

    27 Letters or the circle shrinks

    in The Performance Hall

    Posted

    27 Letters or the circle shrinks

     

     

    While I browse through 
    the old phone book
    that I found in a box lost in a wardrobe

    Thunder rolls

    the storm is close

    the smell of ozone
    itches my nose
    hmmmm

    I smile at reading some names
    get surprised discovering 
    many others
    that I did not remember

    27 27 letters

    a b c d e f g h
    i j k l m n o p q

    But Time packs everything together 
    without labels

    I smile at reading some names
    get surprised discovering 
    many others
    that I did not remember
    I don't remember

    27 27 letters

    A little sip of you

    in The Performance Hall

    Posted

    A little sip of you

     

    Today I have to visit my vampire
    She is calling me
    she needs my soul
    to stay alive   x2
    she is my vampire

    She looks so pale when I enter
    into the fog of the perfume she emanates
    to make me sleep and have a sip of me

    She is just a flower of death in life
    closed in the cave of my temples

    Dressed in night and whispers
    poor prisoner
    with so much cold 
    into the hole of her heart
    my vampire
    she is just a flower of death in life

    She is calling me
    she needs my soul to stay alive 
    she is my vampire

     

    That Rain

    in The Performance Hall

    Posted

    That Rain

     

     

    It rains
    It rains
    in the night of my soul
    while the hours walk
    lost in the distance
    It rains
    It rains
    in my eyes and in my face
    a water of salt and almonds
    that transforms me in nostalgia
    that transforms me in nostalgia
    And under that rain
    the shadows are no longer shadows 
    but wells that are filled 
    with the echoes of my childhood 
    with the echoes of my childhood
    it rains life
    it rains crying
    it rains seas of words 
    that are nothing today 
    it rains life
    it rains crying
    it rains seas of words 
    that are nothing today
    It rains
    In the kisses that I gave
    that I gave gave gave
    In the kisses that I gave
    that I gave gave gave

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