love those short dissonant notes going by sometimes..stunning beautiful piece.  don't think even a reak orchestra would sound this good!  what liberay?

Wow, this is impressionant!! Beautiful track!!

some of the most beautiful music I've ever heard

Again inspired to do this piece this way.. it is different than what i have done in the past.  I am so amazed at this inspiration and I give God the credit.

YAHWEH original by doc van nice vocals by Lucy

Percusión: fab
Grabación y Edición: Ernesto Molestina
Producido por: fab
Fotografia: fab

En la tranquilidad del mar

Where are You Now [Street Mix]

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ACROSS THE COSMOS

Mystery Of The Monoliths

View from the Afternoon

The relic of your love

Your skull beneath a crown of flowers,
your blood staining some cracked vessel,
your bones scattered to the winds
to wind up in a score of churches; 
so many claim your bones
you’d make a dozen men.

When, to the daughter of your jailer
you gave the gift of sight,
and signed it 'from your Valentine', 
it bought you but a temporary stay.

And smitten with your God,
you would keep marrying soldiers
to the supposed virgins of Rome,
so they could not fight;
and soldiers are gold to an empire.

Or else ministering to Christians
(those dafties with their crosses)
before the lions had them;
cutting hearts from parchment
to remind them what their love meant;
for the betrothed on earth, and to Him beyond.

All this made the Emperor chafe;
you weren’t playing ball, my love.
To maintain respect, like some Scorsese hero,
he simply had to have you beaten with clubs;
and like Rasputin, you forstood unfathomable violence,
until they chose to remove your head
out on the Via Flaminia,
one night beneath a Hunter’s Moon.
This did the trick.

Centuries bleed past like broken hearts,
and here you tarry, my grinning suitor;
I stand before your skull,
braided with bright white roses
that stink of faith,
and ask for the gift of vision
to find the one true heart
in a wilderness of stone.

Adagio in La Maggiore

Franco Forconi

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