A Drop Of The Past Into The Present 8D

Ghosts In Turin

2 Years ago I teamed up with an amazing artist. Just to be moral support for each other. I spent my entire life trying to fix others so I wouldn't see how broken I had become. She was someone who guided me through my darkest days. I will forever be indebted to her.

Draw a Blank

Thank You, Jenny by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

Dark Renaissance(Rock Version)

Debut EP for an upcoming album. Each song explores a different side of alternative rock, blending synth-driven soundscapes, cinematic strings, and guitar solos. All tracks were written, produced, mixed, and mastered by me in my room.

Wild Choir Girl

Bluebird, you will never reach the sky.
So keeping hidden, raise your voice up to the night.
I'll drink my whiskey, smoke my cigarettes till dawn.
The world is frozen, but this fireside is warm.

I was calling out.
I was falling out.
I was broken and bored.
I was reaching out.
I was hanging round.
I was waiting to soar.
Wanting more.
Wanting more.

Bluebird, you will never get away.
(Why would you even want to get away?)
You're only memories, all the rest will have to stay.
(Back in your cage where all the best birds stay)
Hidden only by the pretence that they care.
Like circles drifting from the centre to the air.

I was wondering out.
I was holding out.
I was broken and cold.
I was never round.
I was on the ground.
I was getting too old.
In the cold.
In the cold.

Wanting more.
Wanting more.

Bluebird, are you singing in my heart.
(Singing out from down within my heart)
They must've noticed, you were broken from the start.
(You were broken from the very start)
I'll keep on dreaming, won't you tell me what you saw?
(Just a little hint at what you saw)
When you left me, and I couldn't see no more.
(What am I to do? I can't see more)

Are you calling out?
Are you falling out?
Are you broken and bored?
Are you reaching out,
Are you hanging round?
Are you waiting to soar?
Wanting more.
Wanting more.

Well, you can run, but you can't hide.
There's no escape, from what's inside.
Well, we all live, and then we die.
Imagination helps you get on by. (x2)


Bluebird

Well, I was born.
On St Crispins day.
And the autumn sky.
Was a cloudy grey.
Oh, you ain't got nothing, babe.
That I couldn't take.

Oh, I was here.
I had my time.
I don't want to live.
I don't want to die.
When I say i'm leaving.
Know, that can't be right.

Catch me a star.
I'm falling deeper into you.
Catch me a smile from somewhere.
Anyone will do.
Make a wish on my rainbow.
While I play the fool.
Catch me your broken reasons.
Take it as I do.
Catch me your golden moment.
From out of the blue.
Catch me a star.
Catch me a light.
Catch my night.
Falling, deeper into you.

Now I can't breathe.
And I can't cry.
And I can't be drinking.
No good for my mind.
I been searching out for.
Things that I can't find.

From within the dark.
You can't see the light.
And within the tempest. Yeah.
It's hard to see the fight.
No, there's no escaping.
For the broken mind .

Catch me a star.
I'm falling deeper into you.
Catch me a smile from somewhere.
Anyone will do.
Make a wish on my rainbow.
While I play the fool.
Catch me your broken reasons.
Take it as I do.
Catch me your golden moment.
From out of the blue.
Catch me a star.
Catch me a light.
Catch my night.
Falling, deeper into you.


Catch Me [Outro]

A humbling experience

An instance of humility can be an awakening experience,
Where sensibility over sensitivity takes precedence.
One sting to the heart can rebalance sentiments
And usher one away from acting on instinct.

Will the famously wise stand corrected
If wiser words from a child are detected?
Or is pride of more importance?
And will you proceed to take a stance?

The question is: what would you do in this instance?
For wisdom from the unexpected
Is fresh and updated for those willing to be converted,
And it can lead to greater things—
For who knows what new knowledge brings,
Except that wisdom is judged by where it springs?

I choose to judge not by the popular perception of the source,
So that I’m not taking advice just because.
I see not with the eyes,
So vanity may not lead to my demise.

A humbling experience

Awaken By Matan Matan arkin

Artwork by Carolin Junge

Awaken

Elsewhere

Aurora

I was born in Brescia on the third of October, 1974.

I write and publish poems and piano music. I made all the published tracks myself.
(For poetry:
I have previously published: The Sunlight – Poetry in the Heart of the night/Playing in the Garden – Virginia and Me/A new Journey/Within ourselves, beyond the stars/Soul and Pleasure – Eros Poetry/Memories/Eyes Heart Soul/Metamorfosi Metamorfosis Metamorfoses Metamorphosis Метаморфоз/Fiabe incendiarie Cuentos incendiarios Зажигательные сказки Incendiary Tales/Lilith/Images/Light/Impressions/Carillon (Fable poems Favole poesie)/Visioni/Bagliori dorati/Resplandores dorados/Bellezza Belleza/Caterina/Anima/Soul/Poesie d'amore/Emozioni/Rose fiorite/Sensazioni/Viaggio onirico /Cerotti per l’anima/Poesie di ferro bruciato/The future does gymnastics.

“Between winter and paradise” was written by Fátima Rocío Peralta García. I also contributed to the creation of an Akkuaria anthology.

In particular, I was awarded third prize ex aequo at the first annual “Tribute to Emilio Greco” Literary Award on 18 December, 2010, in Catania and at the International Competition of Poetry, Prose, Figurative Arts La Finestra Eterea, I received 2nd place for both single poem of the 2015 edition and the 2017 Lilith edition, and 4th place in the 2019 edition for Carillon.

On 24 November 2018 in Forte dei Marmi, I received a diploma of honour with mention of commendation for Lilith and the single poem “Canzone” at the International “Buonarroti” Awards – 4th Edition; in the next edition, on November 30, 2019, I received the Poetry Prize for kids for Carillon.

For Carillon, again, on November 24, 2019, I received the Premio Leandro Polverini 1st place in the dream poetry category with the following reasons:

the entire collection is traversed by a happy tension towards the good, terrestrially consisting in the friction exerted by the living descending towards that ineluctable and always imminent future, which obeys entropic law. In the texts, phonic influences run and intertwine, the beyond-sky and beyond-time that offer us much more than an extraordinary expressive ability of the Brescian author and his evident predisposition in capturing dreamlike, subtle, and mysterious sensations.

(The president of the jury Luciano Catella).

In 2014, I conceived and organized the first annual International Literary Contest POESIE NEL PAGO DELLA MITRIA as a perfect way to rediscover the beauty inherent in every human heart by visiting a sacred place.

Poetry represents one of the ways of going deep into the very essence of ourselves while dwelling on everyday experience, and thanks as well to receiving daily feedback from other people.

A Drop Of The Past Into The Present 8D

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