Still had time to taste some crystals of silence, before the devil began to distort the transparent symmetry.
Hands with arched nails pull up the white raw silk stockings to her knees; she feels a renewed spirit, even though she knows the stockings will eventually come down again.
You can already hear the mud walking outside.
She goes out to buy milk bread at the cafe, when she opens the door of the building; she gives in to the dream the primacy of guiding her, tiptoe over water lilies.
A sting each time a bottle was dropped at the bottom of the recycling bin, she thought of the neighbors who were still sleeping, would they receive messages in their dreams that weren't written on the bottles?
She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths; she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
People running on the small stone walkway with burning pain in their knees and heels.
He arrives at the cafe, sits down on the terrace where the sun shines, a breath of coffee spreads in the air with mysterious symbols. Under the water mirror of a small lake, roots in the form of clock hands that do not give in to the call of time, clinging to childhood, giant egg in the center of the lake half out of water, has a crack, is full of blood, through the blood a way. In the distance, a rocky slope, dismembered, alienated trees.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of your soul, close your eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin. Fine silk on which a heart of light is drawn falls from her breasts, with her hands she brushes away things like abracadabra, awakened mystery, creator plush, desert cross, chalice between her legs, soda with bubbles, she plays the organ.
Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg

Useless key - 7-11-2024 translation in description

EVERY SUNDAY UPLOAD THE  LATEST TRACK
Composition and Sampling collage by Synline with computer.
”The song that is born today can only be born today.” That's why I keep writing it down like a diary.
Music is a kind of feeling I can not express in words. I will write that feelings with computer. 
I am glad I can share it with you.

Bigfoot is a friend of mine. We like to make music and share it with our friends. See our YouTube channel and A Journal of Nonsense for more fun.

Psychedelic wizard-artist who will one day make your Übermensch wake up inside your consciousness and deal with the Ego. Remember, one day Supertechnologies can destroy all Mankind. Don't let that happen!
Links to other social networks:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCpD71mpnJS2g12cjDF14ZsA
https://twitter.com/Mysteri70119491
https://www.deviantart.com/mysteriousworld1604
https://mysteriousworld-mayuraiyawi.bandcamp.com/releases

https://tutmonda.bandcamp.com/follow_me
Tutmonda is an experimental music label whose main objective is to create a fusion of improvised and traditional sounds from different parts of the world. 

*We're right now working on collaborations with our soundcloud friends*

With the mission of promoting an inclusive and diverse sound mass, Tutmonda seeks to offer a space for artists from all corners of the globe to showcase their talent and creativity.

Our sonic wizards:

@joaomsousa
@joaoaclopesms
@zelencastre
@joerxworx
@henry-koek
@stevesoundcoombes
@dean-petrovski-44100126
@leonel-cardoso-104759319

Collections of organized audio written, arranged and produced by Andy Lagomarsino.

Debut EP, "Array" available now.
info@caughtsoundrecords.com

All the songs composed and recorded in my home "bedroom" studio.
Artwork by Sara G. and R. Nunes
Photos by L. Fernandes
Comments are welcome.
Thanks for listening.
N. Gomes

#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.

A guy, some guitars and a laptop. Also one half of OKTOPIA.
Always happy to collaborate! just drop me a message or email me

https://linktr.ee/Shirebairnp

see also page 1 to 8 and 2022
all composed and played by me.
https://vascoribeiromorais.bandcamp.com/?from=viewsite_dashboard

Useless key - 7-11-2024 translation in description

vasco ribeiro morais IX