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Welcome To The Neighborhood

It would have been yet just another Fall. But, (wait for it!...) it wasn’t. 
I wish I took you by the hand, and off we walk towards the down of the imaginary cobblestones of… Here seems I’ve stumbled for a bit. Wait, was it London? Edinburgh? It is obviously there, but not as ‘being there’. It was the darkness of the city night, that clearly I remember. The Darkest hours, passed out, possessed and taken by the fear of being uncovered, shelled to the concrete and bare ground. 
And there was some old lake, the banks were steep, the bench was all that high, the waters still and, maybe, deep. If, say, shall we consider fighting on the beaches. Alas, reluctance is that childish trick — to face reality, to hide behind a cupboard, imaginary cluttered, clinched, clichéd.
 
It might have been the very birth of Autumn. 
But wasn’t it the time, when things just fallen down on you, poor you, shrugged-shabby, semi-conscious. As if your ragged mom just splash-ejected you, ejaculating in the outer-void against the prickly-spiky-thorny manger — asphalt, cross-spitted fishy floor (God bless!...), some market, on some dark November morning. Poor you, oh, Lord thee Prickly-Spiky-Thorny — your tea shall be arriving any moment, if you please! 

It might have been all topsy-turvydom, oh lucky you, but it completely wasn’t. 
Instead it was… Or was it silence for a half an hour in sleepy, tidy heaven? 
(your tea and papers just arrived, Your Lordship, mind you crack the seal?). 
Was it the garage sale of seven broken trumpets, fridge magnets and the ancient brazen censers. A pretty gentleman, one Eleazar The Priest. Tweed, toady-tight, who cufflinks wore to dinner.

And there was She, this story’s all about her. 
In quiet radiance, still holding breath, my narratives untold. I wish I’d be a blackbird, not the Prickly-Spiky, self-appointed lord. I’d follow her to very distant shores. I’d be her pet, her drunken sailor, fridge magnet. Her whimsical but own and gentle wag. Hold! Not to breeze, just keep the visions glowing, lighten my path, whispering that ancient lore.
I wish I’d relish jelly-drunken nights right from her toe, until the day I’d be no more. 

It’s definitely the spark of yet another, this time, final journey. Come, step aboard, my Majesty and, please, enjoy the ride. Can’t wait to see our destiny — coiled in the early light, unfurling grace and banner, paw-in-paw, look, isn’t it all a sheer delight?         
Strung taut with quiet, almost palpable desire to break the stillness, 
    rise with winds,  
         sky is the limit 


In Love’s Quiet Radiance: A Sovereign Heart

Matias Piegari is a Latin GRAMMY Award-winning music producer, composer, multi-style pianist and sound designer. His wide variety of styles have positioned him as one of the representative Argentinian artists in the United States. Matias has managed to explore an astonishing number of musical genres throughout his career in both, performing and composing, always with the great deal of enthusiasm he is known for. He is based in Los Angeles, CA. Visit www.matiaspiegari.com for more.

Inspired by renaissance, driven by Celtic and North European cultures, natively belonging to Ukrainian world, I create a musical landscape, which will have all these experiences combined on the new level. My artistic mission is to rejoin Ukrainian aesthetic with great 'Atlantic' cultural cluster.


* Composer

* Violinist of Ukiez alt-folk band 

* UAV test pilot and amateur fireworks delivery helper 

* Scholar and great drinker ©

* Turn on, Tune in – Drop out! :)

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