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“La Dolce Vita Z – Roman Nights” revives the timeless decadence of Fellini’s Rome, reimagined for nightlife. Blending lo-fi house, dream pop, and sensual R&B with cinematic orchestral textures, this album is a soundtrack to forbidden romance and luxury excess. From moonlit Vespa rides to champagne-fueled rooftop affairs, every track drips with erotic glamour and nocturnal seduction. A modern love letter to passion, chaos, and desire under the Roman moon.

Girl’s Roman Nights

REIMAGINE

A glance that lingers
A breath half-heard
The quiet spell
Of an unspoken word

Subliminal
Invisible
Unthinkable
Irresistible

A trace of perfume
The hint of a smile
The  memory stays
Of that subtle style

Subliminal
Original
Incredible
Unforgettable

Nothing was spoken
Yet everything true
The story's old
But melody's new

The rhythm is chill
The harmony blue
A silence that sings
A song about you

Subliminal
Fantastical
Quite spiritual
So magical

You…

Subliminal


Invisible.

Unthinkable.

Irresistible.




Subliminal

Original

Incredible

Unforgettable




Subliminal

fantastical

quite spiritual

so magical

Subliminal

Every night I stay up
Dreaming of things I made up
I can’t sleep I can’t rest
Putting insomnia to the test
Kinda messed, it's for the best

I have never wished before
The way I wish this wish for sure
The wish will be my final one
To wish for not wishing anymore

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at brand-name stores
Winning streaks
To moppiing floors
Ups and downs
Been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
The taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores

But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
Of want and pretend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

Reality is a collection of wishes that came true.
The moment a wish comes true it's shuffled off into obscurity only to be 

Replaced by the next wish. 

We toil and struggle to repeat the cycle....
Over and over again for the last three hundred thousand years...

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at fancy stores
Winning streaks
To moppiing floors
Ups and downs
Been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
Taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at brand-name stores
Winning streaks
To moppiing floors
Ups and downs
been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
The taste of a thousand ocean clams
will only make you wish for more from distant shores

But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
how to transcend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

To wish is to desire
A craving from emptiness
Unfulfilled wishes are distractions
From the peace and abundance all around us.
A closed fits only excludes everything out side of its grasp.
Open the hand and you'll hold the universe.

Every night I stay up
Dreaming of things I made up
I can’t sleep I can’t rest,
Putting insomnia to the test
kinda messed, it's for the best!

I have never wished before
The way I wish this wish for sure
The wish will be my final one
To wish for not wishing anymore

WISH

Every night I stay up
Dreaming of things I made up
I can’t sleep I can’t rest
Putting insomnia to the test
Kinda messed, it's for the best!

I have never wished before
The way I wish this wish for sure
The wish will be my final test
To wish for not wishing anymore

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at brand-name stores
Winning streaks
To mopping floors
Ups and downs 
Been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
The taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores
But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
Of want and pretend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

Reality is a collection of wishes that came true. 
The moment a wish comes true it's shuffled off into obscurity 
Only to be replaced by the next wish
We toil and struggle to repeat the cycle
Over and over again for the last three hundred thousand years...

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at fancy stores
Winning streaks
To mopping floors
Ups and downs 
been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
Taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores

Ah... ah... ah...

But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
How to transcend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

To wish is to desire
A craving from emptiness
Unfulfilled wishes are distractions
From the peace and abundance all around us
A closed fist loses everything out of its grasp
The Open hand holds the universe

WISH Lounge remix

From "Super-Spy Showgirls" 
ACT II scene iii

Don’t fall in love.
Just look like you might.
Turn up the heat,
Take a fantasy flight.
Don’t fall in love.
That's the lesson tonight.
Control your heartbeats
To win without a fight.

You want his secrets?
You gotta make him think you care.
Disarming smile,
A light touch of your hair.
Have the notion, 
For a well-timed motion,
And make your moves to evoke emotion.
Mirror him — just a beat behind,
Cross your legs, let your eyes align.
When he laughs, you also smile,
Your secret weapon is in your guile. 
Look away then return your gaze,
He’ll swear he’s seen heaven
in your face.

Signal management, it is an art!
Pull in his focus by playing your part.
A playful finger is your wand,
A well poised touch can build the bond —
Signal management - starts with charm,
And ends with the subject in your arm,
Play it cool, play it well,
Keep control and hide your tell

Beauty’s a blade, but it dulls with time.
Technique lasts — age well with wine.
Gadgets glitch, things get lost.
But no one can take away what’s in your mind.

Signal management, it is an art!
Pull in his focus by playing your part.
A playful finger is your wand,
A well poised touch can build the bond —
Signal management - starts with charm,
And ends with the subject in your arm,
Play it cool, play it well,
Keep control and hide your tell

Left eye, right eye, bridge of the nose.
Looks like passion, under soft hypnose.
Keep the triangle pattern tight —
and he’ll reveal his soul tonight.
Like a cat who owns the room.
Slow blink soft nod, under the moon,
Play your part play it well and you can get him alone
to follow you into your room.

Signal management, it is an art!
Pull in his focus by playing your part.
A playful finger is your wand,
A well poised touch can build the bond —
Signal management - starts with charm,
And ends with the subject in your arm,
Play it cool, play it well,
Keep control and hide your tell

Signal management — it’s the game we play,
Love’s the illusion, hearts in clay.
Let him dream of love that’s true,
but darling…
You know the tricks you do.

Signal Management

Marcel was born in a hospital and became a child at a young age, showing much promise as a toddler, he was already illiterate in 3 languages before finishing elementary school. As a result of his relentless curiosity and lack of respect for social norms, he navigated successfully around receiving a formal education and entered into the work force in his teens, playing piano, performing magic tricks and stand-up comedy in exchange for money and respect.

Before reaching 20 he was already a regular at comedy clubs around Toronto, occasionally winning laughter and applause from his audience when not being booed off stage.

After working on a documentary film for a couple of magicians in China in 1999, he began to spend more time back in the motherland and became a bi-cultural jack of all trades and dabbled in many roles, taking part in everything from Beijing Music Festival to Magic shows on CCTV.

Working as a freelance creative meant he would take jobs ranging from writing to directing to acting to producing sound track for commercials and assorted video/audio projects... 

But above all, he is most proud of his work done out-side of the context of getting paid, when he writes ditties of music and songs for no purpose other than to capture a sliver of inspiration from muses who occasionally visit him in his waking dreams.

Signal Management

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