10 Beyond the time (original)

07 Expanding dots (original)

06 That ray (original)

05 Brittle chime (original)

04 Climbing the invisible (original)

03 A book outside the shelf (original)

02 Today my morning started oddly (original)

01 When you were a piece of storm (original)

A brand new way to walk

I see the birds so high
I see my life: a fight
My dreams seem so distant
I have no assistant

Angels don’t set a time
There are no guides to grime
Even when I can't feel
Fiction or the lost real?

Sometimes you don´t need a brand new way
You just need a brand new way to walk

Just hold on
Your hands are full of wounds
All is drawn
Believe: your souls are tuned


©Marcel d'Olive

A brand new way to walk (original)

We miss the snow

I
I don’t know
But I feel it
Heavy snow
On my blue mitt

All the night
Walking under the moon
You were right
No one gets immune

II
We don’t see
But we find them
Like a key
Or a true gem

Far and bright
They speak to the soul
They recite
Things we can’t control

III
Lots of moments
To redraw a feeling
Then life presents
Us: the flakes are falling

All the stars are
Falling, too
All the stars are
Watching you

IV
Breathing deeply
We can feel the fresh air
And you tell me
How unique is being there

There are poetries
On the streets
There are poetries
She repeats



© Marcel d'Olive

We miss the snow (original)

Cantor-compositor brasileiro oferecendo algumas sutilezas.
[Brazilian singer-songwriter offering some subtleties].