A Criminal Religion

Introspective

Like A Night Between Two Days

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Lovers Come. Lovers Go. (cover of “Amore che vieni. Amore che Vai” by F. De André) 

Alas! for those many days spent in the wind, kissing the kisses we wished would not end.
One day you'll remember when it’s then too late.
My departing lover, one day you’ll lament.

And you, that with a different colour of eyes,
swearing the very same love-words you don’t know you’re lying;
tomorrow or one day forgotten they’ll be.
My dreaming new lover, from me you’ll take leave.

Lovers from autumn; lovers from spring,
lost in November or in the warm winds,
I’ve truly all loved you or never did I?
There is a new lover for every lost one.

*Original version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKj2rz5mNHg

12- Lovers Come. Lovers Go. (revised cover of "Amore che vieni. Amore che vai" by F. De Andre')

I will be your reef

Kiss me, kiss me., kiss me, kiss me endlessly my dear.
Love me, love me, love me, love me tenderly my dear.
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me that your love is real.
Promise, promise, promise, promise you’ll be always near. 

Dance me, dance me, dance me, dance to the end of times.
I was  born for you and you were born to be mine.
You can’t stop the sea waves crash against the reef.
But I’ll be there before you. I will be your reef. 

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me endlessly my dear.
Love me, love me, love me, love me tenderly my dear.
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me that your love is real.
Promise, promise, promise, promise you’ll be always near.

7- I Will Be Your Reef

You are so beautiful (Lyrics by I. Graziani & FDR; music by I.Graziani

You are so beautiful, the most beautiful thing. 
You’re so enchanting, the most enchanting thing.
You are so beautiful and my eyes just can’t see 
something more graceful than you in your scenes.   

You are so beautiful, the most beautiful thing. 
You’re so delightful, the most delightful thing. 
You are so beautiful that my lips just can’t spell 
how charming you are in your fragrant scents.

You are so beautiful, the most beautiful thing. 
You’re so enchanting, the most enchanting thing. 
You are so beautiful that while staring at you
I drift away gently and the hours go by.

*Original version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIXeWHuUgIc

6- You Are So Beautiful (revised cover of " E sei cosí bella" by Ivan Graziani)

Roving heart

If I only could I’d pledge you my heart and swear to you in true words 
my eternal fidelity. 
If I only could, I surely would; endless times I tried to entrust this heart of mine.

This roving heart of mine. This stray dog and this dove that just can’t  
stay devoted to one and only love.          
This roving heart of mine. This drunk bohemian lark. This lonesome Valentino on the boulevard of broken hearts. 

Now kiss me endlessly. Be mine under the stars. Let’s swear our true love although only until’ the dawn. 
Let’s now burn with passion. Babe, let’s seize the night. Just please don’t ask to own my heart. 

This roving heart of mine. This stray dog and this dove that just can’t  
stay devoted to one and only love.          
This roving heart of mine. This drunk bohemian lark. This lonesome Valentino on the boulevard of broken hearts.

1- Roving Heart

Shaping the mind(the power to look freely)

Moulding the mind as a clay pot (hard outside and empty within), the vatican militia preaches relentlessly to subdue all vulnerable souls with pure fiction; shaping the mind of the believer whom felt comfortably under their spell.          
“It’s appropriate to discern faith from truth. Too much light can blind just as much as darkness”!

But wondering among the dull preachers, almost lost at the edge of the reason, the bold man persists upon his path to truth repeating to himself, repeating to himself:  “The power to look freely is the only way”!

5- Shaping The Mind

Sham fruits

The tree of sole truth stretched ethnical branches that blossomed sham fruits most clinging like sinful conscience to the plea.
Truth must be unquestionably one although alleged many names. 
No religion ever proved to be the Universal Truth rather than an obvious cultural compel.  
Never ashamed to believe by faith and not by facts, sheep graze in the green pasture of the lie blissfully. 

As moral behaviour perish beneath the promise of a reward, unquestionably and duly they give their soul away into the offering basket.

4- Sham Fruits

In the land of the blind

I am an impious, heterodox skeptic who loves to desecrate and to curse. Freedom is the power to look freely. Upon each church I spit.
Because my creed is justice, I contempt the pope. A drag-queen wearing Prada, a parasite covered with gold.
I act according to my morals not to expect a reward.
In the land of the blind, it’s time to start a revolt.
In the land of the blind, it’s time to start a revolt.

“It’s easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of god!" So why does the clergy love to show off their gold?
I guess they just love to tease us; they just love to break our balls.
Careful “ladies” if you play with fire you might end up all burned.
In the land of the blind, it’s time to start a revolt.
In the land of the blind, it’s time to start a revolt.

3- In The Land Of The Blind

I prefer to be a sinner (rather than a hypocrite) 

Saints profess in words what in works deny!
And I prefer to be a sinner rather than a hypocrite!
I fear no one to judge me in life or in death;
I act upon my conscience and never knew regret.
I do not need no laws, earthly or divine;
I don’t kill for fear of hell or jail but ‘cause I consider it not right.
Saints profess in words what in works deny!
And I prefer to be a sinner rather than a hypocrite!
                                                          
I’d rather be a sinner ‘cause angels fly no more
I’d rather burn in hell than suffering from cold.
I’d rather burn in hell than suffering from cold.

2- I Prefer To Be A Sinner

A criminal religion 

They caused so much violence and death in the world: crusades and the inquisition and many more; souls colonization by self-righteous conceit; intolerance and so much blood spread through history; genocides and crimes against humanity for which they never paid if not by cheap apologies; they recognized, approved and blessed colonization; they gradually infected souls for many generations.
They canonized flawed figures, covered pedophiles. They’re nothing like saints, humble and wise. They’ve showed to be false, fierce and mean. They disproved their god to be what they want us to think.
They’re a brainwashed militia indoctrinated up to the hair; each of them with his personal jesus and certainties in the head. You know “convictions are like prisons, they don’t let you see far enough”; so they repel behind their prejudices, averting any fact. 

Today they claim to be the largest religion in the world, but don’t get misled, for that is just so wrong. That is just the biggest megalomaniac lie for those whom fulfill its dogma are just a very few white flies.
By false education, they achieved political control, diplomatic immunity, money laundry by the IOR. Their luxurious life style and dirty low businesses are not the model lifestyle indicated by their jesus.
It’s a criminal religion, filled with criminals, and we can’t forgive ‘em after all the wrong they’ve done. We can’t allow them to keep acting like this.
It’s time we make them pay for all their dirty sins.

I said no! I said no! They won’t have my soul! 
I said no! I said no! I said no! They won’t have my soul!

1- A Criminal Religion

And the sea calls!
  
Sailor, restless soul.  Sailor, silver eyes.
Sailing away for these waves tonight.
The voice of the sea breaking through the mist calls you.

Each and every sailor has a port to set sail.
Each and every sailor has a woman staring at him vanishing for the sea.

"And the sailor vanished between the night and the haze. 
The moon poured silver along his wake. 
Time was a wind that slowly draft him from the port through the night.
And between the port and the night his eyes were cold, 
like the eyes of the one who does not regret his choice 
to win the dark and steal a star from the night 
for the eyes of the one waiting for him at his next port".

Each and every sailor has a night with no stars.
Each and every sailor has a bottle and a necklace of pearls, 
and a story to tell, and a life-boat with an hole.
And the sea calls! And the sea calls!

1. And The Sea Calls!

When I think of a man

When I think of a man, 
I think of a creature permanently thirsty for great emotions.
When I think of a man, 
I think of a wood which longs for fire. 
When I think of a man, 
I feel his hunger for life origins in the void of his whole existence.
When I think of a man, 
I see that he longs for a mirage and a key.

Throughout the time his mind constantly travels 
the countless pathways to the salty sea of knowledge. 
He’s a constant sound. He’s a constant thinker. 
He’s a wood which longs for fire. He’s a wood which longs for fire. 

When I think of a man, 
I feel his hunger for life origins in the void of his whole existence.
When I think of a man, 
I see that he longs for a mirage and a key.
He coexists within a multitude of comparable individuals, 
redeeming his imperfection by hard labor, 
‘cause angels do not belong to the heavens 
but to this very soil that we all walk, 
but to this very soil that we all walk.

5- When I Think Of A Man

To failure or triumph
What is man without large wings and cosmic dreams? 
Without wind in the veins, and of confined soul and sky? 
What is a man walking a walked path, 
walking resignedly without sight?             
What is a man without expressing his own art? 
What is a man of cheap fulfilments? 
“Ships are made to sail the seas not to sit in ports!”

My very existence originates from the arpeggio of A minor with E minor. 
And many autumn paths I walked to be here today 
with the, roughest thus purest, expression of my art.
And here I am, 
because the beautiful ambition of Icarus was not vain!
Everything is an open sky. Everything is a sky to fly.
And I, glorious mortal, to failure or triumph I spring my wings.                                        
And I, glorious mortal, to failure or triumph I finally spring my wings, 
to failure or triumph I finally spring my wings.

4- To Failure Or Triumph

Time consumes 

I live and shiver like a leaf in the winds of emotions.
The more fear fills the cup, the more courage drinks the soul.
Uncertainties are our great companions all along the way.
Free is the man, free is the man, free is the man if he’s indefinable. 
Free is the man, free is the man, free is the man if he’s indefinable. 

I write the ageless bark of the trees, 
the foam of the waves, the sun, the dust.  
And the pain of passions is my daily bread. 
Sadly I came, sadly I’ll leave.
Time, time, time consumes he who avidly lives.
Time, time, time consumes he who avidly lives.

I contemplate the perennial and mutant, 
intrinsic individuality of the "self".  
I aspire to a mastery in living and in dying.
I want more than all you see, 
more than this sweetness, more than this bitterness  
I want more than all you see, 
more than this sweetness, more than this bitterness.  

Time, time, time consumes he who avidly lives. 
Time, time, time consumes he who avidly lives. 
Time consumes he who avidly lives.

3- Time Consumes

The miners

They go, some men, like miners 
for the artificial interstices and crevices of life; 
in glory and neglect towards the end of their time.
They drink from the streams and the puddles of the soul, 
the water of their consciousness, or the rain that falls from the sky 
to form the illusory ladder they’re convinced to climb. 

They do not accept that they can only fly intimately. 
And they play Icarus, falling with their full weight 
on trees, buildings and hearts.

Oh poor miners! Oh poor souls! 
Oh poor climbers! Oh poor Icarus. 

Oh poor miners! Oh poor souls!                
Oh poor climbers! Oh poor Icarus!   
Oh poor Icarus!

2- The Miners

The loneliest boulevard
  
There’s a road that you take down to your soul, 
that is the loneliest boulevard. 
And there’s no one that’s never, never been down, 
down to his loneliest boulevard.

All the times when we feel it’s time we conceal  
‘cause it’s no case we reveal 
the undisclosed side of us, the thoughts behind the mask, 
the saddest song of the heart.

There’s a road that you take down to your soul, 
that is the loneliest boulevard. 
And there’s no one that’s never, never been down, 
down to his loneliest boulevard.

Life’s a sad journey between birth and death, 
always dare a little and you’ll  never regret 
that you’ve always been acting, you’ve always been faking, 
you’ve always been lying to yourself.

There’s a road that you take down to your soul, 
that is the loneliest boulevard. 
And there’s no one that’s never, never been down, 
down to his loneliest boulevard. 

There’s a road that you take down to your soul, 
that is the loneliest boulevard. 
And there’s no one that’s never, never been down, 
down to his loneliest boulevard,  down to his loneliest boulevard.

1- The Loneliest Boulevard

Like butterflies

Songs are just like butterflies, they fly free in the clearest skies.
they lean on flowers, they lean on you, just like this song upon this tune.  

Words are waves upon the sea, that's what I'd love these verses to be;
drifting in the blueness on and on. Darling I hope you'll like this song.

It won't tell I love you or I need you. No lies, no truth I have for you.
It'll just be here and it'll just be there like butterflies in the fresh spring air.

Songs are just like butterflies, they fly free in the clearest skies.
They lean on flowers, they lean on you, just like this song upon this tune.  

It won't tell I love you or I need you. No lies, no truth I have for you.
It'll just be here and it'll just be there like butterflies in the fresh spring air.

Songs are just like butterflies, they fly free in the clearest skies.
They lean on flowers, they lean on you, just like this song upon this tune.

8- Like Butterflies

Poem to a far away lady

Was it your choice to keep those distances, to direct everything from a reserved faraway place? 
I know there´s so much behind your eyes that your heart has ever told through your grace. 
Things withheld in your mind before you’d decide how to act with me all the times.

Showing off all your skills in directing your visionary films; 
something between your fingertips and the shores of your dreams. 
All your secrets were just traces, traces you left behind for me.  

Oh dear Asia! Oh dear Asia! 

I was dealing with my envy watching a tear shedding off your eye
like a Polish winter sun that is hot but still too cold out there to shine.
Oh you really made me think in which else’s heart you´ll dig your trenches now!
Whose silence will echo your "I need you" ? 
Whose eyes you´re gonna get undressed in?  
Whose hands you´re gonna let colonize your body? 

Oh but I do remember your naked body! 
It was pale and silent like snow. It was pale and silent like snow.

Should I apologize for all my silences; those silences I brought home one certain day that I broke? 
Alike a white flag risen I did surrender there my love. 
But them, they were not only my silences, they belonged to the both of us, my love.
Don´t forget we both have blood in our hands for killing each other´s dream or for waking each other up while dreaming.

7- Poem To A Faraway Lady

As the needle pierces into my arm

As the needle pierces into my arm and the lymph gently flows 
I lay upon calm familiar waves that drift me away slow.
Eternity embraces me, cuddles me to rest 
I feel the other me with new wings and breath.

No decay or yesterday, forever young I’ll be. 
White galleons are sailing this funeral with me.  
My eyes are open even more when I close them up.
Life tastes even sweeter when the lymph gently runs.

An open book of memories is the endless sea, 
where you can read my whole life, 
where I’ll always be, where I’ll always be, where I’ll always be.

My eyes are open even more when I close them up.
Life tastes even sweeter when the lymph gently runs, 
when the lymph gently runs, when the lymph gently runs.

6- As The Needle Pierces Into My Arm

In the rear rooms of solitude 	

In the rear rooms of solitude I would hide.
In the room of the mirrors I would face myself.
The holy eternal light I would obscure and silently vanish off this time. 

Just like a butterfly, three days would do for my life.
Or like those kind of unforgettable loves that just last for a night.
Or better, like a wave from a stormy sea to the shore it smoothly dies.
I´ll silently vanish off this time. I´ll silently vanish off this time.

5- In The Rear Rooom Of Solitude

Take me to the sun  

I´ve been the echo and the distance. 
I´ve been the inner scream and the silence. 
I´ve been the shadow and the luster.
I´ve been the blindness and the sight.

I´ve been the lover and the victim. 
I´ve been the vulture and the prey. 
I´ve been the looser and the survivor. 
I´ve been the feather and the rock. 
I´ve been all I´m now. Kiss me in this desolation and take me to the sun.

I´ve been the water in the desert. 
I´ve been the traces in the sand. 
I´ve been the sailor of the silent seas. 
I´ve been a beggar for a dream. 

I´ve been the chains to the dark. 
I´ve been the wings to the clouds. 
I´ve been the stars in the deep blue sky, 
the stardust falling onto your hands.
I´ve been all I´m now. Kiss me in this desolation and take me to the sun.

Just give me shelter from the shadows. Tell me your heart is safe.
Give me silent snow to listen to. Give me wood to flame.
Give me free highways to drive. Give me blue skies to fly.
Give me green meadows to run onto. Give me an ocean to sail.
But most of all, most of all, most of all give me your sweet lips where to die and born again each time.

4- Take Me To The Sun

Nirvana   

I´ll might find the key or the secret word 
but sooner or later I´ll be passing, passing through that door.
Crystal waters wash all my sins, 
wash these stains away and set me pure and free.
Nirvana, nirvana, there´s a distance between me and me.
Nirvana, nirvana I´m walking this blind labyrinth.

Dear little Cupid don´t target my heart. 
I don´t fool for love anymore like I did so far.
I´ve never used gloves in love to prevent fingerprints; 
so many lovers that I had did and left me anything.
I do admit that I´ve been bleeding and made some others bleed.
So many spirits that I´ve blended with were golden, some others stainless 
steel.
Nirvana, nirvana, the labyrinth is in me.
Nirvana, nirvana, I keep searching, I know you hide in me.

Nirvana, nirvana, there´s a distance between me and me.
Nirvana, nirvana, I´m walking this blind labyrinth.
Nirvana, nirvana, the labyrinth is in me.
Nirvana, nirvana, I keep searching, I know you hide in me.

3- Nirvana

Like a dove (Song of the exhausted drinker) 

I could have drunk your blood while you were bleeding for me.
I could have drunk your tears while you were weeping for me.
Now my glass is empty and I´'m staring at it. 
Now my hand is shaking, this is all I see.
My enemy lives in me. Something is screaming in me, and I´m not too 
deaf, just too deaf to hear.

Like a dove flies the sky. Like a dolphin’s swim;
Like a brook runs so pure. It is all like dreaming;
Like a cloud crosses our skies blown by the wind;
Like the hands of life rise the sun every day, every day I want my life go by.

Look at yourself in the mirror, tell me what you see? 
Now take your eyes deep inside of me.  
Now close your eyes, babe breath with me. 
You know I need a friend, a shelter for my dreams.
Let me be your sky, you can fly into me. 
Let me be your window, you can see through me, 
that this needless misery of drinking all the times it fails to fill the cup of my melancholic heart.

Like a dove flies the sky. Like a dolphin’s swim;
Like a brook runs so pure. It is all like dreaming;
Like a cloud crosses our skies blown by the wind;
Like the hands of life rise the sun every day, every day I want my life go by.

2- Like A Dove (Song of the exhausted drinker)

Time   

I won´t lose time but it will lose me; 
when these chains will break I´ll be free.
But now I´m passing through it away 
like a night between two days.

Time, time I live my precious time. 
We´re born through time, through it we´ll die.
When these chains will break I´ll be free. 
But now I do my time, my precious time.

“Mountain amid other Mountains. 
Art among all the Arts”.*
Curtains are open the stage is all yours.
Stardust is falling, the magic is now.

Time, time implacable runs. 
Time, time avidly burns.  
Time, time my precious time. 
No one can tell how longer we’ll last.

Some believe in reincarnation. 
Some others claim there’s nothing after life.
Some want to be angels. 
Some others even bought a urn to keep their ashes.
We´re running to the end of our time. 
We´re running inevitably out of time.

Time, time we´re afraid to die. 
Time, time please don’t run.
Time, time my precious time. 
So many things undone, I need more time.
So many things undone, I need more time.

* referred to “Versos sencillos” by José Martí

1- Time

Welcome to my SoundCloud page!
My name is Fabrizio Rodríguez. I am a writer of English and Spanish poetry and songs.
I am looking for a recording company, or a contracted vocalist/band eager to interpretate my songs. Anyone interested, please get in touch.
The poetry books have been temporarily removed and will be re-uploaded ASAP.
My immense gratitude goes to Sam Bates at @sambatesmusic & to Loris Gianmarino at www.facebook.com/paradoxstudio141/ for their extraordinary collaboration.
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