1. BLOOD AND CONFUSION

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion.

I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity,

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion.

I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
rigor, baroque, minimalism

I'm like this music that twists around itself,
that gets torn and recomposes.

I'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living
Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain

Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream
Longing for entering the mystery of visible
For tasting the sweet horror vacui.

I listen to the silence
Blood and confusion

I feed myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations
Surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things.

I listen to the silence
Blood and confusion

I perceive something tragic here
And my mind is blood and confusion.


2. ELEVEN THREE O THREE

Move your body to the rhythm of passion
Let senses overwhelm ratio
Don't ask anything to yourself
Don't waste this moment

Move your body to the rhythm of passion
Let senses overwhelm ratio
The echo of weeping is armored in wind
That accomplice carries it far away

So that it could never be refracted
on your heart's walls again.
This is a gift nobody can ever steal you
A flame neither the ocean can extinguish
'till you will protect this treasure in a sacred secret

No external force could disfigure
the sweet aspect of this pulsing joy
Feed on this embrace with love, respect and hope
Consecrate the event in the name of supreme emotion
Entwine in a sacred knot the shining wefts of this harmonious desire

Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meet

So that it can preserve itself and vibrate forever in magnificent poetry.


3. IRREVERENT ELEGY

My life is made of emotions,
passions and horrors,
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees,
'cause when you truly
live you can even fall into deep pain

My bed is made of small fresh leaves,
moving slowly like a requiem
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees,
coming loose along a black oval path

My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy,
composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear

Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me.
Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad effect
this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my heart?

I believe the persistence of the thin line of hope is worth this effort
I believe its benefice can reach the intensity
of full and perpetual delight
Nothing is true, all is allowed

In every dramatic situation there is
a subtended element of absurdity and humor
Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive

Our identities change every day with our memories
We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves

We change our skin and consistence
And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory.


4. THE DIVINE RAPTURE

Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath,
perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops,
his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent like silk.

Transfixed by an absolute lightning of freedom,
He freed himself in an uncensored dance.
Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare.

Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath,
perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops,
his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent like silk.

Star, unreachable demiurge, ice, frost and silence.

A light dyed with ghost-white his heart, gusts of jade struck his memory.

Icon of collective dreams, pulverized by magic fears, ancient gold of a waste land.

He turned his thoughts into words and his words into actions

Icon of collective dreams, pulverized by magic fears, ancient gold of a waste land.

He turned his thoughts into words and his words into actions

Transfixed by an absolute lightning of freedom,
He freed himself in an uncensored dance.
Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare.

And his moan was like a sweet chant without words.


5. OMEN OF DELIRIUM

Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable
commerce scrawled in Etruscan language
Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs
People of the black market
of the third world war

Practicing absurd telepathic sensitivities
Obstetricians of the spirit
Investigators of dissipations denounced
by bland paranoiac chess players

Servants of unlikely fragmentary guarantees
transcribed in Jewish stenography
Imbuing the spirit with unspeakable mutilations
Surely police officers of not prostituted lands

Junk dealers, sellers of delicious nightmares
and of yearnings dried on cells
saturated and affected with unknown pathologies
Bartered with the rough material of the will

Drinkers of heavy fluid sealed in shining
amber of dreams.

I shell never forget the unspeakable horror
that froze the lymph in my glands,
when the maleficent word scared my shaky brain.

Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable
commerce scrawled in Etruscan language
Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs
People of the black market
of the third world war

Practicing absurd telepathic sensitivities
Obstetricians of the spirit

Investigators of dissipations denounced
by bland paranoiac chess players

I shell never forget the unspeakable horror
that froze the lymph in my glands,
when the maleficent word scared my shaky brain.


6. CALL ME (BLONDIE COVER)

Call on me, oh call up, baby.
Call on me, oh call.
Call on me oh call up, darling.
I know who you are.
Come up off your calling chart.
I know where you're coming from.

Call me (call me) on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me), I'll arrive.
You can call me any day or night.
Call me!

Cover me with kisses, baby.
Cover me with love.
Roll me in designer sheets.
I'll never get enough.
Emotions come, I don't know why.
Cover of love's alibi.

Call me (call me) on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me), I'll arrive.
When you're ready we can share the wine.

Call me.
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love.
Ooh, amore, chiamami (chiamami).
Ooh, appelle-moi, mon cheri (appelle-moi).

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyway!
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day!

Call me (call me) my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me) for a ride.
Call me, call me for some overtime.

Call me (call me) my love.
Call me, call me in a sweet design.
Call me, call me for your lover's lover's alibi.


7. OUT BODY EXPERIENCE

Splitting of median entity
Practice of doubt
I look for the truth
in the silent shine of your eyes
Speaking with the forces of the air
Good vibrations, cries and whispers

United in the great enchantment of sound
To die remaining invisible
To fly with the wings of anti-time
To unload the wagons of nothing

To die remaining invisible
To fly with the wings of anti-time
To unload the wagons of nothing
To fling your heart behind the wall

Essence of musk and almonds water
Concealed behind the closed eyelids
of transparent lives

Essence of musk and almonds water
Concealed behind the closed eyelids
The memory rewinds again
And it grows with new colors

Consoled by a sublime
forbidden sweetness
The memory rewinds again
And it grows with new colors

To die remaining invisible
To fly with the wings of anti-time
To unload the wagons of nothing
To fling your heart behind the wall

Emotional kaleidoscope
Crystal of red glass drops
Casket of shattered thoughts
Cut off light resetting the past

Filtrating the space, adoring emptiness
Inconsistent entity baptized in rain
Vivid presence recreated from dust.


8. PRAYER OF SORROW

Imploring visage
An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist
Leading you to an irrepressible scandal of sincerity

I will quench your eyelids forever, so that you stop
feeding yourself with others' memory
Presage of intimate speeches and of obscure and obsessive fantasies

Unavoidable condemnation, complicity, extraneousness

I will never know your truth, nor you mine.
We will always be uncertain about life.
Bold human beings with severe look,
who climb the mountains of loneliness

Trembling in the panic of desertion we librate in the luxury of a bitter calyx
To know the secret of love that doesn't ask anything

I don't want to be forced to laugh just to gratify you
I want to startle in a harmonious discretion

To dance in the funereal garden of roses, to deny a divided god
To say the prayer of sorrow, to lose myself in an angelic orgasm.


9. VOX OF ANTI-TIME

Distorted walls cannot tear the lights of thunder
And the flashes of reason
If something must still happen, it shall happen
Following the rules of anti-logic

Flee from the ignoble joke of nature,
That vegetates in company of the fetid ignorance
Don't burn your energy trying
To stand your anti-you

Scratch lunacy and remember that, after all,
Everything can be brought back to a ridiculous
Game by the vox of anti-time.

You cannot separate happiness from your life,
As your life is not exempt from tragedy
World is made the contrary of what
The common sense is done

It leans on a ignorant and unthankful substratum,
That sings hosanna to the ones who kill
And spits on those who celebrate the excitement of life,

That worships the false prophets refusing the simplicity
Of sincere feelings, to protect his own inconsistent shell
From the disappointment of raw truth.

I am against every stereotype or icons
I yearn an antiseptic space,
Impatient and devoid of shame
I know it exists, it is inside me

Sometimes outside me
I've been there with my mind.