Music & Lyrics - Rafael Sáez

Moldavian strings - Olga Balan
Guitars - Manolo 'El Greñas'
Produced by S3RG3Y
Vocals produced by - Manolo 'El Greñas'

Blood on Sand

Music and Lyrics By Pierfranco Chiusolo
Arranged and played By Massimo Primiero
Sung By Lara Brachet Cota

I originally worked on this song in the year of 2005 
and It was one of my first works as arranger, 
this song was born by an idea of Mr. Pierfranco Chiusolo (it-it.facebook.com/pierfranco.chiusolo), 
the lyric is a good example of poetry in music; when Mr. Chiusolo gave It to me for arranging the first thing that came to my mind was a dark atmosphere with a psychedelic sound , Lara did an excellent Job on this song and I think that all in all in ten years after the work is pretty fine.

Massimo Primiero

LA QUIETE DOPO LA TEMPESTA

Una coperta di nuvoloni neri ha avvolto il sole,
ora la pioggia cade forte e gli alberi,
perfino loro, sembrano averne paura,
muovono le foglie qua e la’
per non farsi colpire da quelle scintille d’ argento
che cadono da li’ su …
Il vetro mi ripara ma le gocce che scendono
mi fanno pensare a quanta paura 
ho del temporale senza te …

Il vento non e’ solo tempesta,
forza immensa che scuote perfino gli alberi,
il vento e’ anche brezza leggera 
come un battito d’ ali
quello che sospinge una porta facendomi credere che, 
ci sia tu dietro  …

Il fresco buio della notte m’ accompagna
le piccole stelle da lassu’ sembrano dirmi
“guarda, noi ci siamo, lontane, ma questo non c’ impedisce
di brillare con tutta la nostra forza”
L’ acqua scorre veloce e tenace sui sassi,
non le importa di saltare, infrangersi, spruzzare qua e la’
perche’ sa che quello e’ il suo corso e
nessuno la puo’ fermare …

Tutto questo e’ nei miei occhi, nelle mie orecchie
Sulla mia pelle e soprattutto nel mio cuore
Pensieri che corrono veloci seguendo le nuvole …
Ricordi vivi che non svaniranno mai …
 
TRANQUILLITY AFTER THE STORM 
(Translation by Massimo Primiero)

Stormy clouds have grabbed the sun blinding It,
Now rain falls strongly and the trees moving,
Even them appear to be scared,
Moving their leafs up and down,
Trying Not to hit by silvery sparks,
That falls here and there,
Glass shelters me but drops falling
Make me think how I’m scary,
Of the stormy weather  without you……

Wind is not only a tempest,
Eternal power that moves the trees,
Wind is also something so sweet,
Like a flapping wings,
What pushes a door make me think that,
There’s you behind It…..

The soft dark of night is with me,
Little stars form above seem to tell me,
“Look, We’re here, so far, but this doesn’t stop us to shine,
With all our force”
Water flows rapid on the stones,
Doesn’t care to cover up, and down, Bump, because It’s their duty and
Nobody can’t stop It…..

All these in my eyes , in my ears, on my skin and above all in my Heart
Thoughts that run quickly following the clouds….
Live memories that will never disappear…..



La Quiete Dopo La Tempesta (Cover)

Original composition by Neno J.
Electric guitar Yamaha SG, recorded directly using multi effect Hotone Ampero 100
Please listen a little louder! April, 2025.

Noisy Ballad

Th - as in this & that

O boy has life become a hectic mess, squeezing in moments to create music seems to become more difficult by the day. But: sometimes things can get done, so here we are!

also, video: https://youtu.be/oXXYIJsPLuA?si=LWkD9HFfspzw08YA

Work Up, Wake Up

I composed this music to evoke tyranny by embodying it in a dragon. It's a way of expressing tyranny in general by representing it through a fictional story, leaving everyone to interpret this story as they see fit. A big thank you to everyone who supports me; even the smallest "like", comment, or follow means a lot.

Tyranny of the dragon

INVITO ALLE PACI (Parafrasi di 1 Cor 13, 1-8)

Come il mare è fatto di singole gocce d’acqua 
e se la metà soltanto di queste gocce fosse avvelenata, tutto il mare sarebbe avvelenato,
così la Pace Universale è costituita da piccole paci fra i singoli uomini, 
fra le singole famiglie e, se non vi sono sufficienti piccole paci, 
la Pace Universale è compromessa.

INVITATION TO PEACES (Paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13:1-8)

Just as the sea is made up of individual drops of water, 
and if only half of these drops were poisoned, the entire sea would be poisoned,
so Universal Peace is made up of small peaces between individuals, 
between individual families, and if there are not enough small peaces, 
Universal Peace is compromised.

“Aspirate ai carismi più grandi.
Vi indicherò la via migliore.
Se parlassi la lingua degli angeli,
se cantassi stupende melodie 
e suonassi mirabili strumenti, 
ma… senza la Carità di Dio!
Nulla sarei, nulla sarei, nulla sarei, nulla sarei:
sono solo un bronzo che risuona.
Se i misteri e la scienza conoscessi
e la fede piena possedessi
e le mie sostanze dessi via,
non sono nulla, nulla sono,
se non vivo la Carità divina.
La carità è benigna.
Tutto spera nel fratello.
La Carità tutto sopporta!”

“Aspire to the greatest gifts.
I will show you the best way.
If I spoke the language of angels,
if I sang wondrous melodies,
and played wondrous instruments,
but… without the Charity of God!
I would be nothing, I would be nothing,
 I would be nothing, I would be nothing:
I am only a sounding gong.
If I knew mysteries and knowledge,
and possessed full faith,
and gave away my substance,
I am nothing, I am nothing,
if I do not live divine Charity.
Charity is kind.
It hopes for everything in its brother.
Charity endures all things!”

Trying Too Hard (What Is This, A Joke?) [A=432 Hz]

The Anthropophobia Project