في الصفحات التي أدوّنها بوضوح، عاودت الساعة 02:01 قراءتها متسائلاً: ما الذي كتبت و لأجل ماذا؟ من اكون عندما أشعر؟ بأي نسخةٍ و روح أحظى عندما اكتب عنك؟ لماذا باغتتني النوستالجيا بعداوة؟ أعيد قراءتها بذهولٍ غامض كتذكر شيء دائم النسيان له علي ان أكتب كما لو كنت أنفذ عقابًا و العقاب الأكبر هو معرفتي بأن ما اكتبه مُناقض باطل فاشل و  احيانًا غير يقيني، نظرت الى نافذتي الرمادية متضرعًا نسيان تلك المشاهد أعاود قراءة هذه الصفحات المجسدة لساعاتٍ بائسة، و لطمأنيناتٍ واهيه او أوهامٍ فارغه، لآلامٍ فيزيقيه أشد ايلامًا من المعنوية، لزنزانةٍ لانهائية، لأصواتٍ صاخبة، لأفكارٍ متناحره

@edm_worldwide_yesterday: thank you for your appreciation! it was a pleasure the collaboration with Veikko Viljanen and to ear the trasformation of the original improvisation in a quite different work . It was exciting for me to hear the sound, albeit virtual, of a very expressive musical instrument in a setting that only the big experience of Veikko in this type of work it could accomplish. Thanks again for your comment.

Your music comes right out of the heart and goes directly to the heart...beautiful the story inside ....! ! !

He indulges in dirges persuasive He remember that someone would sing him to sleep He remember the great sense of serenity that preceded sleep....

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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.)

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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

A man looks at a barren and sunny countryside landscape
The gorses and lava remind him of past eras
Suddenly its appearance changes and becomes a sicilian knight of the thousand year
He now sees things in a different way
He sees that in the past it was all easier
Now he asks himself to change
He indulges in dirges persuasive
He remember that someone would sing him to sleep
He remember the great sense of serenity that preceded sleep
He understand that it is better to change

This piece of music was inspired me by the documentary of John Turturro "Rehearsal for the sicilian tragedy" ; I think is wonderful and I recommend everyone to watch it.

I must thank my dear friend Friend Veikko Viljanen (recorder and sound designer of this my live midi sequence) that employed a virtual Grand Bluethner Model One ( with some personal modification of sound)  to make this my modest  performances  giving, with a particular use of a sound environment, something ancient that for me is beautiful.
This absolutely disinterested contribution is for me an example of good collaboration between people belonging to different geographical and cultural realities.
 We need to build bridges between peoples, not  walls ....
I also invite you to hear the wonderful classics that Veikko Viljanen offers on its space on SC.
And also invite you to hear the first part of Alcantara: soundcloud.com/nibbio-bruno63/alcantara


This song is dedicated to all who will listen.

Photo: antique piano in a Sicilian castle.

Alcantara: the changing (second part) (version 2 with the collaboration of Veikko Viljanen (Finland)

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.

https://www.facebook.com/nibbio.bruno.31

https://www.facebook.com/ALCANTARAThoughts-about-music-133810100554200/

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCey0oBme9y_GMKslMChF-9Q?view_as=subscriber

Alcantara: the changing (second part) (version 2 with the collaboration of Veikko Viljanen (Finland)

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