another beautiful improvisation, and a wonderful performance indeed...

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ELLE AVANCE DOUCEMENT

Marquées sur le visage
Des traces de souffrances
Un mal bien avant l'âge
Pourquoi ce manque de chance
Que dire d'un accident
Un mauvais coup du sort
La perte d'un enfant
Parti si vite et mort

Dans toutes ses blessures
Qui l'on marquées à vie
Nombreuses autres brûlures
Lui prennent le cœur aussi
L'absence d'amour
Qu'elle n'a pas accepté
Depuis ce triste jour
Quand lui, il a quitté

Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

Elle se refait une vie
Toute simple et ordinaire
Dans ses pensées aussi
C'est une douce mère
Mais là-haut bat son cœur
Elle n'oubliera jamais
Mauvais jour de malheur 
Fait de mal et regrets

Elle reste à exister
Et toujours comme elle peut
Essayant d'avancer
En faisant de son mieux
Car ses autres petits
Qui eux n'ont rien à voir
Font aussi toute sa vie
Et mérite ses regards
 
Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

Elle se fait vivre ainsi
Malgré toutes ses traces
Et attend qu'aujourd'hui
Que le malheur s'efface
Doucement dans sa tête
Pour reprendre un chemin
Et revivre peut être
Ne voyant que demain

Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

SHE MOVES SLOWLY
Marked on the face
Traces of suffering
An illness well before its time
Why this lack of luck
What to say about an accident
A bad twist of fate
The loss of a child
Gone so quickly and dead

In all his wounds
Who marked them for life
Numerous other burns
Take his heart too
The absence of love
That she didn't accept
Since that sad day
When he left

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

She's making a new life
Very simple and ordinary
In his thoughts too
She's a sweet mother
But up there beats his heart
She will never forget
Bad day of misfortune
Hurts and regrets

She remains to exist
And always as she can
Trying to move forward
Doing your best
Because his other little ones
Who they have nothing to do with
Also do all his life
And deserves his looks

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

She makes herself live like this
Despite all its traces
And wait until today
May the misfortune fade away
Softly in his head
To get back on a path
And maybe live again
Seeing only tomorrow

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

ELLE AVANCE DOUCEMENT

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But I've Got the Wings

Space (Inst.)

uno bianca

lyrics

On some summer day
You'll be mine to stay
On some summer day

Then on winter nights
I will hold you tight
Mine, Mine

When the seasons matter no more
Matter no more
Matter no more
When the seasons matter no more
Matter no more
Matter no more

On some summer day
You'll be mine to stay
Some summer day
Then on winter nights
I'll hold you tight
Mine, Oh Mine

When the seasons matter no more
Matter no more
Matter no more

no more

when the seasons matter no more

Моя новая запись - интерпретация русской народной песни "Ой да не вечер", песня под гитару, с гармониями и фортепиано. 
"Ой да не вечер" (ещё упоминается под названием "Сон Степана Разина") это народная песня русских казаков. Песня, вероятно, относится к стоянке казаков на островах Каспийского моря. 
Слушайте на Telegram/YouTube/SoundCloud, надеюсь, вам она понравится!
Желаю всем всего самого доброго!❤️

My new recording is an interpretation of the Russian folk song "Oy da ne vecher", a song with guitar, harmonies and piano. 
"Oy da ne vecher" (also referred to as "Stepan Razin's Dream") is a folk song of the Russian Cossacks. The song probably refers to the Cossacks' camp on the islands of the Caspian Sea.
Listen on Telegram/YouTube/SoundCloud, hope you will like it!
Wishing you all the best!❤️  

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Фотография: My September, церковь Покрова на Нерли 
Photography: My September, ancient temple of the Intercession on the Nerl River

Ой да не вечер

Ой да не вечер, да не вечер
Мне малым мало спалось
Мне малым мало спалось
Ой, да во сне привиделось

Мне во сне привиделось
Будто конь мой вороной
Разгулялся, расплясался
Ой, разрезвился подо мной

Налетели ветры злые
Со восточной стороны
И сорвали мою шапку 
Ой, с моей буйной головы

Ой да не вечер, да не вечер
Мне малым мало спалось
Мне малым мало спалось
Ой, да во сне привиделось
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Oh it's not evening

Oh, it's not evening, it's not evening
I didn't sleep much 
I didn't sleep much 
Oh, it seemed to me in a dream

I dreamed
As if my black horse 
Went wild, danced
Oh, he frolicked under me

Evil winds came 
From the eastern side
And tore my hat 
Oh, from my wild head

Oh, it's not evening, it's not evening
I didn't sleep much 
I didn't sleep much 
Oh, it seemed to me in a dream


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Ой да не вечер

After the harrowing collapse (Demise) and the stark realization of utter isolation (Lost), a musical lament begins to unfold. Tears pour forth— for the loss of all that was familiar: life, hope, the rhythm of what once was.
The English horn leads the orchestra through a descent into despair, guiding it gently, relentlessly, to the edge of desolation.
This piece ends not with silence, but with one final, desperate cry— a powerful minor chord, resonating with the weight of sorrow.

Pandemic Suite – 07. Lamento

alternative Rock, Blues Rock,Dubstep,World

Blue Bridge

Breath Of Air (2025)

"Don’t Want to Be Your Gogo" tells the playful yet soulful story of a mature man being seduced by a young woman (of age). Mixing funk, jazz, soul and alternative vibes, this track brings groovy basslines, sharp guitar licks and jazzy harmonies with a storytelling edge
« Don’t Want to Be Your Gogo » raconte l’histoire à la fois espiègle et pleine d’âme d’un homme mûr dragué par une jeune femme (majeure bien sûr). Entre funk, jazz, soul et touches alternatives, le morceau mêle lignes de basse groovy, riffs de guitare funky et harmonies jazzy dans un esprit narratif.

Don't wanna be your gogo

This Improvisation was inspired by the documentary movie "Rehearsal for a Sicilian Tragedy" , with John Turturro and directed by Roman Paska.
For a slight health problem I am still and I can think and play the piano. After having revised the documentary by John Turturro and Roman Paska a few times  I could not help but sit down on the piano and improvise what you would like to hear if you wanted. 
The theme dealt with in this frantic improvisation, with a few moments in which one can take a breath, is that of the return, of the return to one's own land as it is developed in the documentary, but obviously also the desire to return, the imagination of an ideal return in which the excitement of memories prevails as they arise in the mind stimulated by everything that surrounds us or we are able to imagine, therefore a real race to remember, to as many memories as we can evoke, to the saturation of the possibilities of our mind . 
I confess that moving in the depths of the imagination while I improvised and at the same time technically confronted what I wanted to play instinctively was not easy but I can say that I was excited while I was playing and maybe it  feels this.
Well ... I talked too much!
The umpteenth improvisation dedicated to my wonderful land of origin (Sicily) which has a splendid past and to which I wish a splendid future.

Cover photo: a view of the Calabrian coast from a beach in Messina.

A race inside the memories ( improvisation)

I'm on SoundCloud from November 2015.
I'm just an amateur self taught pianist and composer, a lover of music and I'm glad to have discovered the planet SoundCloud and its interesting people.
Sometimes I compose something or I improvise a song , and if I like it i send it to SoundCloud to make it listen. I thank you for the time you want to devote to listen to my songs.

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A race inside the memories ( improvisation)

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