A Candy-floss islet
At one glance poisonous
Nestle in the curve of the roots
Sylph is hiding sharp tooth

In the narrow cave
Hollow river gobbles the ruins

Air marches in servitude
Blown curves of early clouds
& the sight of the candy-floss
Remains as a white ribbon.

In the time we strive to forget unattainable voice, all splendor and great temptations are almost always the result of being conscious. Even a small shudder will break the sea, while the silenced rapture of aliveness can be construed in a world where the wind can be a guest and the trees are full nests. We stand argus-eyed, close by the horizon behind us, moving forward to the wave that will repeat itself endlessly.

'Ephemerides' reveals the duality of humming drones and natural sounds as mellifluous curl grinds in noise by the hands of Samuele Larese under his moniker - Lessons in Hate - within reposeful atmosphere of the mountains, which remains the basis for the record as it is orchestral-like, carried out by the forest.

Lessons in Hate - Ephemerides

Ephemerides

Lessons in Hate - Ephemerides

Amulet of Tears