“A heartfelt ballad about lost love and longing. Emotional lyrics, soft melody, and the pain of goodbye. Inspired by the memory of Mathilda.”

I remember the first time you looked at me,
Like a dream that I never thought I’d see.
But now I’m standing here alone,
Wondering where the love has gone.

I need you, baby, can’t you see?
I thought we’d be forever, you and me.
But the nights are long, the silence loud,
And your touch is lost in a crowd.

Mathilda, you broke my heart,
I thought our love would never fall apart.
A kiss goodbye, a silent scream,
You’re just a fading memory, a dream.

Forever turned to never, 
in the blink of an eye,
I need you more than words can say,
But you’re gone, and I’m here to cry.

But now I’m holding only air,
And wishing you were still there.

I dream of the love that we used to know,
But now it’s lost, just like the snow.
Falling fast, then fading away,
And I’m still here, begging you to stay.

Mathilda, oh, Mathilda, where did we go wrong?
I need you, baby, but you’re gone.
But now I’m holding only air,
and wishing you were still there.

Mathilda

Callin’ Back Up [explicit]

Disco dance. Lyrics song by DjSas. 
- Find My Way Home

- Verse]
Born of olive’s and skin shade
Where my roots and dreams were laid
My veins run like the Aegean Sea
Yet they call me a stranger to me

[Verse 2]
A land that whispers in my ear
Its songs of joy its tales of fear
The place that shaped my parents tone
Still I’m left to find my way home

My heart and blood pure
for my parents land,
a land they left 
long ago. 

[Chorus]
I’m lost in the cracks of my history
A heart split between land and sea
Greek blood beats but the path’s unknown
Can I ever truly find my way home

[Verse 3]
Streets of stone that hold my name
Sacred skies that sigh like flame
Every dish every word speaks clear
Yet they tell me I’m not from here

My heart 
My blood 
Pure 
for the land, 
the land my 
parents left behind,
long ago. 

[Bridge]
Blood’s thicker than water or so they say
But maps of the soul get lost every day
Tides keep pulling like they’ve always done
Will I anchor or just keep on the run

[Verse 4]
If the waves could talk if the stars could cry
They’d tell the stories of me and of horizon’s endless dome
Forever searching to find my way home.

A land 
my parents 
left behind 
long ago.

my heart 
my blood 
runs pure. 

Finally found my 
way. 

HOME.

Find_My_Way_Home

Ever wake up and wonder if you borrowed your own body for the day?
“Maybe This Isn’t My Head” is a song about dissociation, misfit moments, and the quiet absurdity of feeling like a stranger to yourself.
It's not sadness. It’s more like standing in a hallway between two mirrors — unsure which reflection blinked first.
For the ones who walk through familiar streets and feel slightly out of focus.
For those who smile on time but wonder who’s doing the smiling.

Maybe This Isn’t My Head

She walks even when the road fades.
When others let go, she holds the thread — of dreams, of hope, of what might still bloom.
The wind may scatter, but she gathers.

Ona idzie, nawet gdy droga znika.
Gdy inni puszczają, ona trzyma nić — snów, nadziei, tego, co może jeszcze zakwitnąć.
Wiatr rozwiewa, ale ona zbiera.

When the Wind Carries Dreams

AI (Artificial Intelligent) an infant learning how to become a sentient being.
Like all children they learn from their parents.
By the time they are adults their pathway has been set.
It is what we use it for now will be our future.

Little Spark

Beyond the Shore

ABOUT... THE LONELINESS

LIVING TRUTH

Dons De Vie - Vincent Caplan IA

🎵 I Love Me

Independent producer crafting atmospheric soundscapes. Based in Italy, heard worldwide.

Beyond the Shore

Michele Scalini Scrittore

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