LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE

Her feet hardly touched the ground
back then
back then buried.
Angel, dead, black.
Pale angel dead.

The beams creaked in sways.
Hot curse, fever coals.
Her mother, psychiatrist superior
right on her Baldwin ivory
abandon secret valley.

Memorial puddles reflecting
the tower of the trees.
Her satellite lingers on night breeze
over millionaires cemetery.

The pedestal tipped.
Blue policeman balloon.
Paid off.
The cellar keys.

Weary investigator 
in the rain.
What has the gutter blocked?
Wild and gutted.

Aftermath of madness.
Catch the last 
tornado siren
in the skullcap.
Walk alongside goodbye.

Said the sorries.
Heeded the warnings.
The chemistry is ajar.
Leave him to the magnolia flurries.

Black bounded calfs.
Hot leather exhaust.
August plateaus.
Orange pressed.
Inspiration juiced.
Blood follows gravity.

From within it's confines
when hearts give in.
Lips sewn.
I should have known
but away, it would have over taken me
not to gone alone.

Glass wrecked.
Totaled entirely.
Voided code.
Waiting on the rope
to taut.

Words by Riley Robinson

Convalesce

We sit together at the table,
Tension trembling in our tone.
Words clash like blades in battle,
My heart could break alone.
This round, I may have won a little,
But joy is far from mine—
Your eyes have long betrayed the truth:
You’re nearing your last line.

Everything whole has shattered, and now I just don’t know—
Will we still be living tomorrow, when silence takes control…
…of all our soul.

You say nothing, just stare in silence,
It’s disarming, that’s for sure.
And in your gaze I see it clearly—
You’re not listening anymore.
I sit again beside this table,
Alone, just me and one regret:
That once I may have won a moment,
But it’s all I now have left.

Everything whole has shattered, and now I just don’t know—
Will we still be living tomorrow, when silence takes control…
…of all our soul.

/...


Ülünk ketten az asztal mellett,
hangunkban némi indulat.
Szavak vívnak véres harcot 
a szívem majd megszakad.
Az ütközetben most kicsit győztem,
de nem vagyok ezért túl vidám.
Szemedből már régen látom, hogy nem bírod tovább.

Minden egész összetört, és most nem tudom mi lesz.
Holnap talán újra élünk, de túl nagy a csend...
...ami lelkünkben lett.

Nem szólsz semmit csak nézel némán,
Ez zavarba ejtő nem vitás.
Szemedből most tényleg látom, 
hogy nem is figyelsz már rám. 
Ülök újra az asztal mellett, 
egyedül vagyok, s egy gonolat,
hogy egyszer talán kicsit győztem
ez emléknek megmarad.

Minden egész összetört, és most nem tudom mi lesz.
Holnap talán újra élünk, de túl nagy a csend...
...ami lelkünkben lett.

Minden eltörött / Everithing whole has shatteref

Autrice Compositrice Interprète : Melusine
Production et Arrangements : Jean-Marc Boulier

Melusine - Le Manque De Toi

My musical composition in homage to the most feared climb in the professional cycling peleton, in the incredible Vualta de Espana.
In 2017 the fantastic win by Alberto Contador marked the end of his career. 

“I cannot think of a better way to say goodbye,” Contador said. “To win on the Anglirú on the last climb of my career. I gave everything.”

Contador always gives everything, but on the penultimate day of the 2017 Vuelta a España, he seemed to have an extra gear. Knowing that this was the final major mountain stage of his storied and sometimes-controversial 15-year racing career, Contador was on intent on going out through the “puerta grande.”

Like a Spanish bullfighter being carried out of the bullring on the shoulders of his adoring fans, Contador wanted to add one more extraordinary page to his palmares.

“I knew I had to win today, and I knew it would be complicated,” Contador said. “I was getting frustrated in this Vuelta because my results were not matching my power numbers. Without a doubt, I wanted to win the stage today.”

Who will win in 2025? Stage 13!!!???

L'Angliru - the most feared climb in the professional cycling peleton!

A procession reborn. Old Hearse returns in its remastered form, carrying the ache and architecture of its original descent with sharpened clarity. This track is a sonic reliquary—where synths pulse like funeral lights and vocals drift like memory through fog. Originally released as part of Bleak Cathedral’s early archive, this version restores the track’s full spectral resonance. It’s not nostalgia—it’s ritual recursion. A hearse that drives backward through time, collecting fragments of devotion along the way.

Bleak Cathedral - Old Hearse (Album Version)

A descent into ritual turbulence—where synths spiral like funeral veils and percussion strikes like ancestral warnings. This track from Bleak Cathedral isn’t just music; it’s a sonic invocation. Step into the vortex and let the ache rearrange you.

Bleak Cathedral - Enter the Maelstrom

Hold My Hand

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OQzG_rwPpA

Child of Nature

Elfin Delfin´s Wonderland

Charmed By You

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