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    The woman with a thousand faces

    in The Performance Hall

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    The woman with a thousand faces

     

     

    She has a thousand names
    she has a thousand faces
    she is blonde
    brunette
    red head

    long hair
    short hair
    she is she is a spy
    a spy

    A dove among the foxes
    innocent and trusting
    a shadow that moves the silence
    sweet breeze from her trail
    in a hallway

    She escapes from danger
    by clinging to it
    doors and windows
    let her go out as if she were a witch

    She leaves words here and there
    and then she picks them up
    wrapped in a thousand words
    from other mouths and alien minds

    Plans maps and formulas
    live in her pupils
    painting her gaze
    in the shine of patent leather

    She can kiss with desire
    the lips of mighty
    while rummaging through their pockets

    Everything in her are secrets
    hidden between her temples
    that later she can sale

    She is she is a spy

    long hair
    short hair
    she is she is a spy
    a spy

    Plans maps and formulas
    live in her pupils
    painting her gaze
    in the shine of patent leather

    Testing the sound of the EVO 16 of Audient

    in The Recording Room

    Posted

    Caresses kept in shyness

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXO0l87tHbM

    Raindrops undulate
    the clouds and the sky caught in the puddles
    under a dancing fog 
    that goes and comes around my soul

    Memories are not enough 
    to paint my life

    truth and lie talk to each other
    inside all the past' drawers

    Today I am lost in my landscape
    looking for my shadow
    to tie her to my feet and follow my way

    Moments of many sides
    steps on the edge of a knife
    doors and roads lost in oblivion
    thoughts and whispers
    going to light or to perdition

    Flowers for love and death
    numbers that do not serve
    everything is the way 
    the way the way the way
    in my landscape

    Today I am lost in my landscape
    looking for my shadow
    to tie her to my feet and follow my way
    through ny landscape

    my steps they go away
    I have to follow them
    pick up bitter things that prepare palate for any sweet
    laughter in the air for no reason
    dreams that perched on elusive shadows
    caresses kept in shyness
    everything that slipped through the cracks of each day

    Caresses kept in shyness

    in The Performance Hall

    Posted

    Caresses kept in shyness

     

     

    Raindrops undulate
    the clouds and the sky caught in the puddles
    under a dancing fog 
    that goes and comes around my soul

    Memories are not enough 
    to paint my life

    truth and lie talk to each other
    inside all the past' drawers

    Today I am lost in my landscape
    looking for my shadow
    to tie her to my feet and follow my way

    Moments of many sides
    steps on the edge of a knife
    doors and roads lost in oblivion
    thoughts and whispers
    going to light or to perdition

    Flowers for love and death
    numbers that do not serve
    everything is the way 
    the way the way the way
    in my landscape

    Today I am lost in my landscape
    looking for my shadow
    to tie her to my feet and follow my way
    through ny landscape

    my steps they go away
    I have to follow them
    pick up bitter things that prepare palate for any sweet
    laughter in the air for no reason
    dreams that perched on elusive shadows
    caresses kept in shyness
    everything that slipped through the cracks of each day

    Testing the Neumann TLM 103 microphone

    in The Recording Room

    Posted

    Asking for Love
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO6qRZaHWwM

    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

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