1. Embossed

Exorcizing the emptiness, looking for the impalpable, I yearn
To be your guide through fragments of interior dazzle.
Let you depart from your dry desert! ..And this perceptive
Way will be embossed. Leave your implied desire. Leave
The memories: in this reign they could scare you... Embossed!

2. The Greyness Grows Already Old

Oceans of time have passed. Do we always remain the same? A knife
Hurts my magic, I let her slowly go. Glimpses: no more, wandering
We go, in this strange dream called mother earth. The endless
Lullaby seems so far... I feel so drunk of life, I need a swamp to die.
The white ship seets sails upon the sea, I left her go with my breath.
Need to ride with the queen of tides, where are they in dreams of past?
There's no time to comprehend, close your eyes, be again. There's
No time to repent, close your eyes, live again.

3. Danza

Spectrum sway, trowing, capturing light. My aura, filtered,
Is part of different frequences... Irisis can perceive pure
Pigments... Senses are implied in warm rays. We'll dance in
This rising, source of light, laughing, screaming searching...
Cast through colours and bizzarre reflections, like a
Nervous brush, gliding harmoniously, I create, with my
aerial essence... An alchemic creation... Unphysical
Touch, immaterial perspective... Share the danza.

4. A Flickering Warmth

The sinous dance of the shadows fills the visible with restellness!
Everything is such confused but clear and reason never comes
Where shadows dwells. A flickering glow to restore the etherial
To the world. When nothing is night dressed we long for shadows
Rugs. As the moth, attracted by the flame you stand in front of us.
Drench with the sinuous dance. Let her take you away,
Where fade never appears and nobody shed tears.

5. Myriad

6. Pursuing the Instinct

Pursuing the instinct... Fascinated by non sense and chaos order.
"I wander out of thought and time." The instant guides me
To choose and decide... It's so pure, enlightening. Like an
Uncompleted opera... My aim, an unborn sensation a remote
Melody... Sentencing banality... I . Confusion, paradox, immense
Wait, banal distortion of thoughts. Instant guides me to choose
And decide... It's so pure, bewitching. Different influences dazzle...
Vainly. I don't know the way... But I've discerned it. Inspiring wait.

7.The Blow's Rhymer

The winter blow is come, with his bundel full to the brim
Of memories, and when leaves fall sometimes they seem so old.
The winter blow is gone, with his bundel full to the brim
Of leaves, but from his bag few say hello to their home:
Life is taking us, apart from the place we know, apart from
The light of sun, perhaps we'll find repose, good bye
Familiar woods! How dear were you with us. (The winter blow calls). (The winter blow commands). The course of
Seasons hide a special gift. There's no wind, no time to
Change the mind... The winter's blow returns, with his
Bundels every year, but we don't know from where he has come...

8. Elapsed

Roaming in insomnia's desert, to escape from the song of oblivion.
Waiting for a starlit night, to relish the fragrant breeze.
Wide spread version of things to relieve the yarning inside him.
Ancient flavours, concealed
Slowly left his memory. She, who gives lethargy, pursued
The traveller of weariness. He sunk in a cristal dune,
Where he again reposes, beneath the mountain of sand...