1. THE EARLY DAYS

"......the first one was moon-like coloured,
The second was gold-like yellow,
The third red, the fourth brown,
The first seven buds were all of the same colour,
The following ones began mixing."

(extract from "The Book of Dzyan" by M. Blavatsky)


2. DAYTIA

Brightness, knowledge, research, wisdom
Transparent, pure, sacred, sacred
Asking.....vision, revealing.....meaning
Faint, delicate, alone, alone.........

(by Francesca Nicoli - translated from the original Greek lyrics)


3. APERLAE

Contemplatio, pulcritudo, voluptas, conjunctio
Contemplation, grace, sensual pleasure, union
Elsewhere.........
Desire, destiny, existence, equilibrium
Azure ideal, spirit
Elsewhere.........
Mysteries, music, birth,
Ocean, oxigene, space
Elsewhere.........

(by Francesca Nicoli - translated from the original Greek Lyrics)

"Modulo incanti
E incanti io so dire
Vibrando primavera di capelli
Melodiosa più di un'arpa d'oro,
Più dell'oro,
Parlami cetra divina,
Trova la voce!
......e tu, si tu Calliope,
Flauto dolcenota,
Più d'ogni cosa aleggi........."

(extracts from Sappho's poems)


4. DOLPHINS

(Instrumental)


5. AGHARTI

"They became proud and defiant
- we are the kings, we are the Gods - they said,
They took beautiful wifes,
They erected temples to the human body,
They built immense towns with precious marbles and adored Them.
..........so the third eye stopped seeing..........
The first massive waters came
And swallowed the seven big islands.
A few remained, some yellow, some brown,
Some red remained,
The moon-like coloured ones
Had disappeared for ever."

(extract from M. Blavatsky's "The Book of Dzyan")

Tide, distance, ...sailing, where?
Fading, raising, flying, submerging
In a memory, an instant

(by Francesca Nicoli - translated from the original Greek lyrics)


6. FOUNTAINES

Arabesqued damasks,
Pillows of liquid and clear eyes
Shining intense mirrors
Of green silvery recesses,
Tangled gardens,
Emerald water-works,
Old crumbled balaustrades
Where ivies and ferns
Fresco in the wind
Spiritual thrills of bluish-green contrasts.
My liquid and clear eyes
Grasp and welcome
The bright run-after
Of immanent fountains.
My eyes now and ever
Dilute in circles
Of yellow-ochre water and flora
And vanish off-shore
Brushing surfaces
Into threads and fibres
Of rainbow peacock tail.

(by Francesca Nicoli)


7. MU LAND

Fog weaves
Anthills of steps
In plushy labyrinths
Of swallowed palaces
......swings of desire are looking for the sea...........
Litanies and laments
In the mazes dance
Litanies and Laments
In the mazes dance
...............................
Fog is moving
To disguise snakes
The truth answers
A sugar garden
......swings of desire are looking for the sea...........
Litanies and laments in the mazes dance

(by Francesca Nicoli)


8. ODUARPA

Give me a nest of morbid existence
Ancient, green nest of morbid existence
Emerald velvet nest
Ancient green nest of morbid existence
Berry fern nest
........no more blazes in colours
And lashes of indigo blue...................
Ancient green nest of morbid existence
Emerald velvet nest...........

(by Francesca Nicoli)


9. LOST ATLANTIS

"The azure thrones remain vacant.
Who can assume the plant
With the golden-like stem
And the azure bloom?
Who can take his seat
On the thrones of Grace and Wisdom?"

(extract from "The Book of Dzyan" by M. Blavatsky)


10. THE LAND OF SAND OF GOLD OF RUIN

The land of sand of gold of ruin
Decoding
Hyerogliphic omens
Astonished
I feel
In the opal sphere
Astonished
Astonished
I feel
Where do you bring me to die, honey hands.....
Where do you bring me to die......?
Monosyllable
Of perceptions
Dug
With the fountain-pen end
On the heart
Dug
Dug
With the fountain-pen end
Where do you bring me to die, honey hands.....
Where do you bring me to die......?
Your frame
Yeld to the pain
In your bowels
Silent sons we are
Moulds
In your moving urn
Moulds
In your moving urn
Where do you bring me to die, honey hands.....
Where do you bring me to die......?

Absence, distance, loss........
Solitude, lack, sleep........
Essence, floating, infinity........

(by Francesca Nicoli - second part translated from the original Greek version)


11. DEPARTURE

"I don't mind the harmony of waters
I'm looking nothing but dissonances
Something more than perfection
Crossing the narrow arch
That I know"

(passage from S. Quasimodo)