This track is released in "Week 3" of a wonderful ambient rework project that aims to represent human life on Mars day by day. 

It is my rework for Wiosna97 a wonderful Artist.

Please support the wonderful project: https://thediaryofmars.bandcamp.com

Return To The Ionosphere Of Mars (Undiscovered Region)

2021-08-13

Perseids

https://soundcloud.com/gautamkarnik violin solo
unearth noise - udu, guitars, bass, electronics, composition

Mirrors (w/Gautamkarnik)

The Boy Scout Who Thought He Was A Tree

Severence  Dead can dance - cover

Oducus [part 3]

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Lorenzo Santoro

Lorenzo Santoro & Marco Lucchi - John 12,2

JANUS

music by
Marco Lucchi : mellotron and synthesizer

w/ contributions from

Ilaria Boffa : voice
Henrik Meierkord : cello, zither and synthesizer
Dario Derek Lucchi : french horn
Massimo Amato : synthesizer

***

'What if this is the time
the non-negotiable self, the sacred.
The line we already crossed.
Nothing is more real than the wind
in the winter when it cracks the skin and
clenches the throat, when it forces
each frequency.
On the riverbank, it lashes
the floodplains and then it pauses.
You told me about these years
the fatigue, and I do nothing
but ponder over our presence.
Where have we been? What are we
bringing along? History is
a tale within a tale
a series of omissions, hypotheses
and extenuations.
And we may desecrate remembrance
and contaminate our becoming
but the urge to outlast the death
of the sun slams into us.
Massively entrenched the anxiety
to get lost, evolving away from
the main sequence like red giants.
A few decades down the line
we will meet, I will sit down across
from you and I’ll ask once more
do you know my name?'

'E se fosse questo il tempo, il sé
non negoziabile, il sacro.
Il confine ormai oltrepassato.
Nulla è più vero del vento in inverno
quando taglia la pelle e serra
la gola, quando forza le frequenze.
Sull’argine sferza le golene
e poi si arresta.
Mi hai detto della fatica di questi
anni, e non faccio che pensare
alla nostra presenza.
Dove siamo stati? Cosa
ci accompagna? La storia è
un racconto nel racconto
una serie di omissioni, presunzioni
e attenuanti.
E possiamo profanare il ricordo
e contaminare il divenire
ma la foga di sopravvivere allo spegnersi
del sole ci sbatte addosso.
Radicata in modo massivo l’ansia
di perdersi, uscire dalla sequenza
principale come giganti rosse.
Qualche decade più oltre
ci incontreremo, mi sederò
di fronte a te e ti chiederò di nuovo
conosci il mio nome?'

Ilaria Boffa

***

the final curtain of the upcoming live performance "La Musica è Sacra"

Pontassieve (FI), March 4th

https://www.comune.pontassieve.fi.it/pontassieve-cultura-rete-civica/the-experimental-sound-urban-regenerated

"La Musica è Sacra" (extended version)

There is a wide horizon of veiled sounds, waiting to be unleashed, latent among streets, hallways, rooms, and gardens. Furtive words escape on clandestine frequencies. To confront the encoded messages, we will only have the light of our truths.

Jardins A La Nit

Silent Flow