La bellezza di una donna è la promessa di felicità." (Stendhal)

Woman Sweet Woman

Volerò da sola

Ohhhhh ohhhhhh
Uhhhhh uhhhhhh
……….
Come una stupida per te amore mio
Semplice analisi tu ami solo te
Dimentica 
cancellami 
prendo la vita come è
È facile decidere sono stufa di te
E volerò da sola finalmente libera 
Raccoglierò tutte le stelle per farmi compagnia
Gli chiederò tutte le cose che non ho potuto avere mai
Mi vestirò di fiori e canterò la mia felicità

Mi scorderò per sempre della tua identità
Mi spoglierò per sempre della mia ingenuità
Mi sposerò da sola con la mia libertà
Cancellerò tutti i ricordi che mi hai dato tu

Riesco a comprendere cosa voglio da me
Un amore splendido come non eri tu
Potrò sbagliare si ma almeno sbaglierò da me
Perché ho speso male il mio tempo ed ora voglio di più

……………

E volerò da sola finalmente libera 
Accanto a me ho gli amici che mi fanno compagnia
E vivo la mia vita come non ho fatto mai
Ricoperta d’amore e felicità

Mi scorderò per sempre della tua identità
Mi spoglierò per sempre della mia ingenuità
Mi sposerò da sola con la mia libertà
Cancellerò tutti i ricordi che mi hai lasciato tu

Je volerai seul

BOREDOM
Rain is falling outside, a slow and grey rhythm,
my mood is down, I don't know what to do, I don't know what I want.
The book I'm reading is a sad story, better put it off.
I'll take a hot, boiling shower...
The water on my skin will make me feel better.


Even the music I listen to has joined forces with the weather, it doesn't lift me up,
no genre attracts me, I'm in a void, without energy.
I'm home alone, without company, without love,
boredom is suffocating me, I don't know how to escape this pain.


Boredom, boredom, boredom
Dammed, sad and empty boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom
I miss everything except boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom
Dammed, sad and empty boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom

Time is passing slowly, like a drop of water that falls,
and I remain here, in this state of mind, unable to change, unable to escape.
But maybe, in this silence, there's an opportunity, a sign,
to reflect, to discover what's missing, to find myself again, to be free and light, to fly.

Hot water, almost boiling.
Under thousands of drops, my skin comes alive.
It's a small, great world apart, and I sigh.
And to fantasy, I sweetly... surrender.

Boredom, boredom, boredom
Dammed, sad and empty boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom
I miss everything except boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom
Dammed, sad and empty boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom

Boredom

É intollerabile che ad oggi si parli ancora di femminicidio😔. Denunciate. Denunciate. Sempre. 

Dormi Mary

è la notte perfetta 
con la luna che guarda 
i profumi dal bosco 
è l'estate che avanza

dormi dormi solamente il silenzio
dormi dormi in questo mondo violento 

lacrime amare  
non riesco a vedere 
il pianto mi annega 
non riesco a parlare
eppure li' intorno 
la natura sorride 
vorrei tanto urlare 
evviva la vita

lottare non posso più 
mi abbandono al vento 
mi trascina con se 
con l'estate che avanza

dormi dormi solamente il silenzio 
dormi dormi in questo mondo violento

Mary Mary era un mondo stupendo 
Mary Mary il buio è solo un momento

Dormi Mary

“loving is also playing”

Take me now

Why are you looking at me like that?
You don’t know that you ignite my desires.
Or maybe you do. Maybe you know very well.
With you, I play with fire. And you know it. 

I can’t resist your gaze.
You awaken the volcano that was sleeping in me.
It seems like your eyes read my thoughts,
and you take advantage of it, insistently.

Take me now,
I’m a drifting boat.
Take me now,
don’t let me drift away.
Take me, take me, take me…
Make me yours. Again. Again.


It’s a game we’ve always played.
I love you. And you love me.
I like being looked at by you.
Being taken by you… drives me crazy.

Take me now,
I’m a drifting boat.
Take me now,
don’t let me drift away.
Take me, take me, take me…
Make me yours. Again. Again.

Our love is great,
made of small things too.
I hope it’s eternal…
And walking together, hand in hand, until the end.

Our passion.
The complicity. The romanticism.
Our confession.
The transgression, the warmth, our ardor…
our sweet mission.
Our unique story… and great, of love.

Take me now,
I’m a drifting boat.
Take me now,
don’t let me drift away.
Take me, take me, take me…
Make me yours. Again. Again.

Take me now

Forte e fragile

Vivo la vita con passo deciso  
Vado spedita e si vede sul mio viso  
Non mi importa il peso del mondo  
E mi metto in mostra non mi nascondo  

Ma la mia aura è di soggezione  
Nessuno che vuole mettersi in competizione  
Ma il mio cuore è un passero senza riparo  
Nessuno che mi voglia che mi capisca davvero 

Forte forte forte  
Sono forte in questo mondo  
Ma fragile fragile fragile  
Troppo fragile dentro il cuore  
Cerco un amore vero  
Lo aspetto da troppo tempo  
Magari un abbraccio sincero  
Nessuno che mi vuole amare  

Purtroppo è il mio prezzo da pagare  
Spesso molto spesso mi viene da piangere  
Ma nascondo con maestria anche le lacrime  
Non posso di certo darlo a vedere  

Forte forte forte  
Sono forte in questo mondo  
Ma fragile fragile fragile  
Troppo fragile dentro il cuore  
Cerco un amore vero  
Lo aspetto da troppo tempo  
Sola sola sola  
Nessuno che mi vuole amare  

E quando viene il nuovo giorno e il sole sorge  
Mi alzo mesta e come sempre di malumore  
In questa casa silenziosa e vuota non c’è niente da amare  
Ci sono solo segreti e non troppi da custodire  

Vorrei solo un momento  
Per sentirmi amata  
Una mano che mi stringa  
Una voce che mi chiama  

Forte forte forte  
Sono forte in questo mondo  
Ma fragile fragile fragile  
Troppo fragile dentro il cuore  
Cerco un amore vero  
Lo aspetto da troppo tempo  
Magari un abbraccio sincero  
Nessuno che mi vuole amare

Forte e fragile

But at night

Oh yes you’re clever with your words  
You tell me I’m the prettiest you’ve ever heard  
That I’m your life your only one  
Without me your world is done  

But at night at night  
The night is cold in my bed  
But at night at night  
I’m drowning in tears I’ve shed  
Are you sure you love me?  

You promise me the moon and stars  
But then you vanish into the dark  
I’m left alone with all my doubt  
And silence screaming out  

But at night at night  
The night is long without you  
But at night at night  
It's unacceptable that you call me 
to say good night

Maybe tomorrow things will change  
Maybe I’ll find the strength to say  
Look in your eyes and finally see  
If you’re telling the truth to me  

But at night at night  
The night is cold in my bed  
But at night at night  
I’m drowning in tears I’ve shed  
Are you sure you love me?  

And as the dawn slowly arrives  
I’m here with my soul bare and alive  
Maybe someday I’ll understand  
If your love was ever true  
But tonight tonight  
I hold myself tight  
And learn to stand  
Even without you

But at night

(Dragging My Butt) Into The Sunshine

ANARS ! Je veux vivre

Atmospheric and soulful cloudy soprano saxophone by joerxworx: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

The Northern Lights

Cloudy Days (Remix) feat. joerxworx

Reminiscence – The Gentle Return
Sometimes the heaviest moments are the quiet ones.
When a single piano speaks louder than any voice,
not with words, but with the aching stillness left behind.

Reminiscence is the sound of looking back,
of revisiting the empty chair, the quiet room,
the laughter that once filled it – now just an echo.
It’s not a cry for comfort, but a slow exhale of memory.

This piece doesn’t try to escape the sorrow.
It walks beside it – unafraid, tender, honest.
Because some things cannot be forgotten.
They live on in sound, in silence, in the spaces between the notes.

Performed entirely on the Bechstein  –
a grand piano from EastWest, known for its haunting intimacy.
Its velvety resonance and delicate detail bring life to the sadness,
like a whispered goodbye that lingers in the air.
Every nuance was shaped by human hands – with reverence, with grief.

Part of the album Tides of Melancholy.
No AI. No shortcuts. Just soul, sorrow, and sincerity.

Composed, played, and felt by myself –
for all those who carry someone in their heart but can no longer hold them.
Thank you for listening – and for making space for this gentle return.

℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Artist & Publisher: Matthias K. / DestKorn
SenneRecord Since 2012

Reminiscence – Die leise Rückkehr
Manchmal sind es die stillsten Augenblicke, die am schwersten wiegen.
Wenn ein einziges Piano lauter spricht als jede Stimme –
nicht mit Worten, sondern mit dem Schmerz,
den nur die Abwesenheit kennt.

Reminiscence ist ein Blick zurück.
Zu dem leeren Stuhl. Dem stillen Raum.
Dem Lachen, das einmal darin lebte –
nun nur noch Erinnerung, verhallt im Nichts.
Dieses Stück sucht keinen Trost.
Es atmet die Trauer – langsam, behutsam, aufrichtig.

Denn manche Verluste verblassen nicht.
Sie bleiben – in einem Klang, in der Stille,
in dem, was zwischen den Tönen unausgesprochen bleibt.

Eingespielt auf dem Bechstein Sus Rep Lite DYN –
ein Konzertflügel aus der EastWest-Piano-Serie,
geschätzt für seine emotionale Tiefe und intime Klangcharakteristik.
Sein samtiger Ton und seine fragile Präsenz
verleihen dem Schmerz eine Stimme,
wie ein leiser Abschied, der in der Luft stehen bleibt.
Jede Note wurde mit Sorgfalt und Gefühl geformt – von echten Händen.

Teil des Albums Tides of Melancholy.
Keine KI. Kein Trick. Nur Seele. Nur Trauer. Nur Wahrheit.

Komponiert, gespielt und empfunden von mir –
für all jene, die jemanden im Herzen tragen, den sie nicht mehr in den Armen halten können.
Danke fürs Zuhören – und dafür, dieser leisen Rückkehr einen Platz zu geben.

℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Künstler & Verlag: Matthias K. / DestKorn
SenneRecord seit 2012

Reminiscence

Les dés perdants       (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo: https://youtu.be/40uf8PC8Q0I

Texte et chant : Muette
Guitare :              Strataddict
Musique:            Alain Illos

Le père :
On dit qu'les mères en amour ont neuf mois d'avance,
Qu'on ne vous porte pas, et que nous : c'est la loi.
On dit même qu'on vous fabrique par inadvertance.
Mais ma tendresse est un lait qui ne se tarit pas.

Le fils :
Si tu peux tout cela,                 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Pourquoi ces terres brûlées,
Ce vide en moi, papa ?

La mère:
Tu es quelqu'un de bien. Tu es quelqu'un de rare.   
Celui qui te trahit, celui qui te salit,
Qu'il change de trottoir : je lui lav'rai la bouche
Avec du savon noir. Je veux pas qu'on te touche.

Le fils:
Tous tes regards sont teints                    
De ton amour pour moi.
C'est mon pain quotidien,
J'en connais trop le goût. 

La mère:
Blé noir qui se morfond et ne veut pas lever,       
Tu cherches des soleils pour croire et espérer.
Les plafonds sont trop bas, les idéaux s'effondrent
Et la triche est partout, le monde est à refondre.
Tu ne peux plus mettre dans les miens tes pas.

Le fils :
Si tu sais tout cela,                
Sur le tapis vert,
Pourquoi tes mains jetèrent
Les dés perdants, maman ?   

La mère et le père
Les dés seront gagnants si tu changes les règles. 
Hier, j'ai vu un lièvre emporté par un aigle.
Et j'ai pensé : Merveille, les lièvres volent !

Le fils:
Et moi je n’arrive plus à marcher jusqu’à l’école .

The losing dice,

The father:
They say that mothers in love have a nine-month head start,
That we don't carry you, and that we: it's the law.
They even say that we make you inadvertently.
But my tenderness is milk that never runs dry.

The son:
If you can do all that, 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Why these burnt lands,
This emptiness in me, dad?

Mother:
You're a good person. You're a rare one.   
The one who betrays you, the one who dirties you,
Let him change sidewalk: I'll wash his mouth
With black soap. I don't want anyone to touch you.

The son:
All your looks are tinged 
With your love for me.
It's my daily bread,
I know the taste too well.

The mother:
Black wheat that mopes and won't rise, 
You're looking for suns to believe and hope.
Ceilings are too low, ideals are collapsing
And cheating is everywhere, the world needs to be remade.
You can no longer follow in my footsteps.

Son:
If you know all this, 
On the green carpet,
Why did your hands throw
The losing dice, Mom?

Mother and father
The dice will win if you change the rules. 
Yesterday, I saw a hare carried off by an eagle.
And I thought: Wonder, hares can fly!
Son:
And I can't walk to school.

Les dés perdants  avec Muette

We're in Palma and missed You So

The Glade Between Hours

night at the beach

Koalas Attack

Golden Sword (2025)

🎶 🌟Welcome to my music page!🌟🎶

I am a passionate songwriter living on the beautiful coast of the wonderful Tuscany (Italy). Music has been with me since I was a child, and every song I create is the result of careful writing and composition, enriched by collaboration with artificial intelligence, which helps me bring my ideas to life in an innovative way.

All of my songs are protected by SIAE, ensuring their integrity. If you are interested in collaborating or exploring the possibility of purchasing a track, please don't hesitate to contact me! I am always open to new opportunities and to sharing my music with the world.
Thank you for being here and for supporting my passion!

🎶🌟Benvenuti nella mia pagina musicale!🌟🎶

Sono un appassionato scrittore di canzoni che vive sulla splendida costa della meravigliosa Toscana. La musica mi accompagna fin da piccolo, e ogni brano che creo è il risultato di un attento lavoro di scrittura e composizione, arricchito dalla collaborazione con l'intelligenza artificiale, che mi aiuta a dare vita alle mie idee in modo innovativo.

Tutte le mie canzoni sono protette dalla SIAE, garantendo così la loro integrità. Se sei interessato a collaborare o a esplorare la possibilità di acquistare una traccia, non esitare a contattarmi! Sono sempre aperto a nuove opportunità e a condividere la mia musica con il mondo.

Grazie per essere qui e per supportare la mia passione.

🎧 Listen on Spotify:  
👉 https://open.spotify.com/artist/1X7rTUU8BbTv03uOQbXlDx?si=OPa-tTOSQ6CZg3ZszufcHA

📺 Watch on YouTube:  
👉 https://youtube.com/channel/UC1pOinISBjhDxbSkMLMLd6g?si=4OO5r9io5P-zpTzN

https://youtube.com/channel/UC1pOinISBjhDxbSkMLMLd6g?si=54mcxyrpWEocSDt2

Je volerai seul

Angelo Gabrielli (lyricist)

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