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Nel silenzio della notte, il tuo viso appare,
Come un raggio di luna che sa illuminare.
Hai dipinto la mia vita con un sogno d’oro,
E ora il mondo respira del tuo dolce odoro.

Non sai, mia cara, il fuoco che porto dentro,
Ogni pensiero, ogni battito, è il tuo vento.
Vorrei donarti il cielo, i tuoi desideri accendere,
Ma il tuo silenzio mi fa tremare, mi fa cadere.

Oh, amore mio, il mio cuore ti cerca,
In ogni respiro, la tua ombra mi afferra.
La distanza mi spezza, il tempo mi incatena,
La tua indifferenza è la mia dolce pena.

Hai trasformato i miei giorni in un canto leggero,
Come un’alba che sorge sul mio cielo sincero.
Ti sogno nel buio, tra stelle e tempeste,
Ma il tuo cuore lontano mi lascia senza veste.

Vorrei darti tutto, i tuoi sogni esaudire,
Vedere il tuo sorriso nel mondo fiorire.
Ma il destino mi sfida, mi allontana da te,
E il mio cuore si perde in un mare di sé.

Oh, amore mio, il mio cuore ti cerca,
In ogni respiro, la tua ombra mi afferra.
La distanza mi spezza, il tempo mi incatena,
La tua indifferenza è la mia dolce pena.

Se solo sapessi il calore che provo,
Un amore che brucia, che non trova riposo.
Un sogno impossibile, che svanisce pian piano,
Ma nel mio cuore, sei sempre la mia mano.

Oh, amore mio, il mio cuore ti cerca,
In ogni respiro, la tua ombra mi afferra.
La distanza mi spezza, il tempo mi incatena,
Per sempre ti amo, nella mia dolce pena.

Nella notte infinita, il tuo viso svanisce,
Ma nel mio cuore, per sempre fiorisci.


Testi: Juventino Vazquez Moreno

Il Mio Cuore Ti Cerca - David Barone

This album is a nocturnal odyssey, charting a journey through solitude and the bittersweet solace found in a bottle. It explores themes of escapism, haunting memories, and the blurred lines between self-destruction and self-discovery, all unfolding over the course of one long night.

Questions I Never Keep

Clockwork Hearts.

The night is coming, dark and deep It doesn’t love, it doesn’t weep It folds the city in its sleeve The night is coming, without sympathy....

The Night Is Coming

AUTUMN ROSE

But None of It Belongs to Me Now
© 2025 R3Zondo

don’t torment me with your icy demeanor
and don’t ask me how old i am
i’ve got a severe falling sickness
my soul is a yellow skeleton

but none of it belongs to me now

i once walked in from wind-blown towns
wrapped in smoke from foolish hope
i imagined riches and fame
and being loved by all

but none of it belongs to me now

yes, i’m rich, if silence counts
i wore pride like a second skin
now i’ve got one shirtfront left
and heels worn smooth from every floor

but none of it belongs to me now

they carved my name in city grime
from moscow’s frost to paris walls
it stings like slurs on alley fences
a word you wish you’d never scrawled

but none of it belongs to me now

you kiss me, but your lips feel like tin
my feeling is overripe
and yours won’t ever bloom
not in this light

but none of it belongs to me now

too young to wear this bitter skin
and if i’m sad, then let it be
fresh grass that covers the hills
shines louder than your braids could be

but none of it belongs to me now

i’d love to go back to that place
where golden grass would whisper low
sink into that smoke of boyhood
where i first forgot what i didn’t know

but none of it belongs to me now

but this time i’d dream of something new
something even grass can’t understand
something too wild to speak aloud
and too sacred to be named by man

but none of it belongs to me now

(Summary)

This song is a confession of dreams burned down by time. It’s about remembering the hopes I carried in my youth, riches, love, recognition, and realizing how little of it stayed real. The hook, but none of it belongs to me now, says it all. It’s a quiet resignation, not to despair, but to the way life reclaims what it gives. I wanted the verses to sound like whispered pages from a journal I never meant anyone to read.

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None Of It Belongs To Me

Majida El Roumi - Bel Alb Khaleni ماجدة الرومي - بالقلب خليني (Sama Shoufani Cover سما شوفاني)

بالقلب خليني - سما شوفاني لـ ماجدة الرومي

Bali Ma'ak _ Lena Chamamyan (the collection 2010)

Bali Ma'ak

Ahwak visual on my YouTube: https://youtu.be/0sqiRtW_ztc

اهواك (Ahwak)- cover by Abdel Halim Hafez

🎶 From Cassette Tapes to Creating My Own Sound 🎶

When I was a kid, music was more than background noise, it was my escape, my teacher, and my first real love. I’d sit with two cassette players, playing the Beatles on one and singing into the other, trying my best to match artists like Paul McCartney or Barbara Streisand’s range (sometimes successfully, sometimes not so much) 🤣. Homework could wait, lyrics in my wide rule notebooks couldn’t.

Life took me through winding roads, retail, hospitality, consulting, caregiving, but music never stopped calling. 45 years later, after many personal losses, and loosing one of my sons last year, I turned back to songwriting as therapy. Inspiration is all around me. Every song I create starts with raw lyrics, usually scribbled in one shot as I choreograph in my mind, then evolves into a fully produced track through hours of refining vocal coding,  instrumentation, and feel. I blend personal stories with AI driven music tools, letting technology and emotion work together to capture what I hear and see in my head and heart.

Now, I’m finally sharing it. Not perfect, not polished to death, just real. This is me, finally putting the music out there for you to hear.
Peace & Love ❤️ 


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