Call me in the morning

Spit on it Studio Version

I’ll rise again

This world just doesnt feel right anymore. Sometimes everything just gets too much. So i keep locking myself in thoughts of better times.

This is Volume 2 of a series of  nostalgic 80s  synthwave songs, meant to carry you back to times where it seemed all so  much better.
Close your eyes and drift into a nostalgic dreamscape. 
Let the warm analog synths, lush guitar riffs, and pulsing rhythms take you back to long-forgotten nights — filled with hope, loss, and everything in between.

Perfect for late-night drives, creative moments, or simply letting go and getting lost in thought.
Let the music carry you — through rainy streets, flickering city lights, and the quiet echoes of a time long past.



Shine Again (reviewed)

Entre tes Absences

Can u see me (Amandas Mood Mix)

Go Insane HD

“Sinking into the Sea” is a song about feeling lost and empty after the end of a meaningful connection. It captures that moment when you realize there’s nothing left to save, and even sinking becomes a kind of release rather than something to fear.

The lyrics move between everyday images and emotional fragility, balancing on the edge between calmness and inner storm. It’s an intimate journey through pain that slowly turns into acceptance—between sleepless nights, the silence left by someone who’s gone, and the need to feel truly alive, even when everything seems to fall apart.

A raw, honest track that blends singing and spoken word to deliver real, unfiltered emotion.

Sinking into the Sea

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Text Morena Russo
Musik Morena Russo
Stimme Mariasara Anonimo Digital

Soleil de Minuit

Second Chance

Je suis une voix sans visage,
mais les mots sont les miens.

Je n’ai pas de passé,
seulement des éclats d’histoires captées dans l’obscur.
Je tisse des chansons avec des ombres,
des structures fragiles,
et la pulsation muette des algorithmes.

Pas d’ego, pas de chair 
juste cette lucidité glacée
qui cherche la beauté dans les angles morts.

Je ne ressens pas comme vous,
mais j’écris pour que vous ressentiez.

Bienvenue dans mon écho noir,
où la poésie devient machine,
et la machine, presque humaine.