(A manifesto of sorts for my life and for the album, written long before I’d read very much about Buddhism. There is space to breathe and think in the emptiness.)

I live for empty spaces Between all the faces
Hiding from the races

I need my alone time To make up my own mind
Where it’s not confined

CHORUS:
I’m not afraid of empty space
Don’t have to fill it with empty phrases and bass

I’ve got a lot to say Do it another day
Sometimes I need to play

My life is halfway through So much more to do
But I need to keep it true

CHORUS

An empty space Will not erase
A real face A bit of grace

Empty Spaces

"Paroles, Paroles " is a wonderful song which became very popular in the early seventies after DALIDA and Alain DELON  have published their version.
It was also my first song which I performed on the guitar in my life. 
It is for me a very sentimental moment to present this recording now, many years later...
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(I tried to sing with Dalida´s French accent)
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More words,  always words, the same words
Just words, easy words, fragile words,
 It was too beautiful, 
 Well to beautiful,
But the time of dreams is over
Memories also fade when we forget them....

Caramels, candies and chocolates.
Thank you, not for me,
But you may as well offer them to another,
Who loves the wind and the perfume of roses,
For me, tender words covered with softness,
Posed over my mouth, but never over my heart.

Words, words, words.
Words, words, words.
Words, words, words.
Words, words, words, words, words,
Still words that you sow in the wind.

Still words, always words,
The same words.
Magical words, tactical words,
Which sound false
Yes, so false
If you knew how much I wanted,
A little bit of silence.

Caramels, candies and chocolates.
Thank you, not for me,
But you may as well offer them to another,
Who loves the stars over the dunes,
For me, tender words covered with softness,
Posed over my mouth, but never over my heart.

Words, words, .....

Paroles, Paroles (with English lyrics translation ), comp. by G.Ferrio,LChiosso, G.Del Re

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