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THE MONSTER THAT PASS

One of the new songs that I composed a guitar arpeggio brings dance the first verse, dynamic and angry and then open the horizons of thought nell'inciso, the second verse is relentless, the drums create a mysterious scenario, the second has recorded more intense .... the cry of the heart wants to fly, the final bridge is only read and heard ... a piece that speaks through the eyes of the people, the poorest, the suffering people ... what more often than not has the best resources, skepticism and prejudice, while alienating the love of a true embrace unites!!

THE MONSTER THAT PASS

I look

face and kicking

what's wrong

nothing belongs to me

in this city

see the shutters

close to me

The eyes of the people

people watching

as if I were a monster

passing

is not true that I am nothing

hurts the indifferent eyes

d ' a world that passes plan

and then searches for you far

ARE HERE SON HERE

LIVE EACH DAY AS

was the last

SON IS HERE HERE

NOT WANT INDIFFERENCE

but honest 'THAN

There's never enough

They are all philosophers to judge

look inside but it hurts

fog in the streets

immersed in my own eyes

people

as the Pharisees

this in mind

tumultuous thoughts

are boulders

not know drive

seek in the glances of others

understanding

only envy and contempt

I find

is not true that I am nothing

hurts the indifferent eyes

of a world that passes plan

searches from afar and then you

ARE HERE SON HERE

LIVE EACH DAY

HOW WAS THE LAST

ARE HERE SON HERE

NOT WANT TO INDIFFERENCE

but honest 'THAN

There's never enough

ARE HERE SON HERE

NOT WANT TO INDIFFERENCE

but honest 'THAN

There's never enough

bridge

do not want anything for nothing abstract

only feel satisfied

in this tournament

immense and without borders where you try

a happy ending

and respect that you have not sold

or you have it in or you're no good!

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Flash Back

"Delicious memories that bring home drops on her face salted"
"Sometimes you cry with a smile"
I lie, I take the cushion and squeeze strong, I think about how many moons are alternate, I think of things that are there and there were, the eyes half-closed shake of salt and bring to his lips, his lips tight in his teeth the jerks dormant soul, you hear the screams in the heart without make a noise.
Photographs of a child from the semi golden helmet, eyes full of dreams, sometimes swollen due to bites ... was no friend of bees, took the water pistol and approached the hives (poor bees) swamps completely. Then began the flight, the race to feel better, feel more free to run, without having to reckon with her ... she never missed. A, but only one was enough! When you least expect it reaches her, and reload the gun at the fountain ... you pricks! And not in a random place ... in the eyelid of an eye ... days with a half-closed eyes ... and inevitably a row of bales incredible ... climbing on the glass was old, I'd say so large that I could grandmother to laugh ... who worried about the bite, you also forgot to scold me ... In three years have happened 6 times. Every summer a couple of bites ... Photos speak, eyes always ...
Yes, I must confess a secret, there were bees that collapsed soon after kissed my eye, got lost in my eyes even before tasting the eyes ... I was a child seducer ... do not miss a chance ... Bees were my most loyal admirers ...

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This is "The hand of the moon" in a while 'there will be video!! This is

THE HAND OF THE MOON

I write a song

that strikes me in the head in the day

twisted ideas

I write to describe

this atom clouded

my sky

has run a bit 'obscured

They say I'm good looking and intelligent

but those who know me really

They say I'm a medal tray

because everyone likes

but I live alone with myself

A lone wolf

smiling

all the world

(the lone wolf

that howls

but sings to the moon)

A purple

sings notes

an unusual beauty

party party

sleepless night of intoxication in this

The poison has already sedated

my cravings

And I feel like the heart

a rebel prison.

A lone wolf

smiling

to the world

( the lone wolf that howls

but sings to the moon)

Bridge

In a stormy night

I almost can not even laugh

On this night without stars

I can not even almost

to LIVE

In a night of full moon

a hand touches my

and I would like to take with you

in a place far away

far

A lone wolf

smiling

to the world

The Lone Wolf

smiling

singing to the moon

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fields of lilacs ... someone knows it already!!

LILAC FIELDS '

Flowers Tread softly

and hug in front of my

simple look

introspective look that reflects

as the mirror of

the clouds float in the shadows

waiting helplessly in the evening

and greets with a smile

a poignant sunset

pre rit.

And I wake in the morning with his face numb

for a night spent in pursuit of a new song

ALWAYS IN SEARCH OF A STRANGE

NEW '

WALKING ON THE SKY

camps LILLE

Inside an eerie silence

I discovered you can also shout

emotion to sing

even without using the voice

but

painting words that come straight from the heart

enough to know how to listen

them you are like blossoming flowers

pre rit.

And I wake in the morning with his face numb

for a night spent in pursuit of a new song

ALWAYS IN SEARCH OF A STRANGE NEW

'

WALKING ON THE SKY

IN THE FIELDS OF LILLE

Bridge

CAN DESCRIBE THE WORLD

AS IT LIKE ME

CAN I HAVE A CRY FOR PACKAGE

suffer a little 'ME IN LESS

CAN I HAVE THE LAUGH DAY

WITH THE VERSES OF PURE irony

may travel far

ONLY WITH MY FANTASY

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I wrote a new song .... Cursed film

write a new piece of track, one verse of the song and the way that I wrote thinking of my father ....
CURSED FILM
After the filters of unconsciousness
you threw your ideals
and dead ends
have walked without headlights
After rivers dell'ebrezza

you danced without music and books you've written a humorous
What was unique beauty

what's been ...
E 'was like a movie
and lasted for a moment a cursed film

the plot engraved fire
Fog on the body last breath of fate