THE CALLING Morning rain falls in the city, silent voices...last night pity.Black and white pure rare reflection, transcendent life of undercover connection. Walking my life in just all directions, destiny called bound by perfection in your smile…don’t you see, that you’re falling a short distance from me,you’re my calling and that I know.Evening rain falls, souls are smiling, moment falling...fate is still calling. Lonely sleeping, cold affection, souls are weeping... forgotten creations.Walking my life, in just one direction, destiny call bound by perfection in your eyes…don’t you see, that you’re falling a short distance from me, you’re my calling and that I know. If the angels in their kindness will be giving us their protection, you will see I was falling a short distance from you, I’m your calling…

LIVE OR DIE Sometime I feel strong avoiding taking chance to be wrong, don’t say anything,‘cause my life is down to me. So cold, cold inside when I lose my way to your light, that I wonder if I wanna Live or die, I wanna live, don’t you know? I wanna die, do I know? …What it feels to be like Jesus Christ? I think to myself why God is love when love is never fair? Something is always wrong and happiness is never for long. I have lost so much time to find my soul has been blind for so long I don’t know if I Live or die, I wanna live, I swear I wanna die, would you care? …What it feels to be like Jesus Christ ? Live or die, I wanna live, I swear, I wanna die, would I care? …What it feels to be like Jesus Christ?

TIME Time...the timeless control we live in, striving to break the chains of fate…the non stop incessant wave which drives us…covers us…holds us…becomes us…Become…the timeless control striving to break the chains of fate. It is the all encompassing field of unawareness…it is the all encompassing field of evey day…I go back in time to recall from time to time, what we used to do,what we used to say. Pictures in my mind drawn by the sweet pain inside, we feel when time is gone like the rain in a sunny day.

THOUSAND ME I came down crying...where the source of happiness meets my pain. There I stopped, mesmerized by thousand friends, different shapes of thousand me. No apologies nor confrontations but simple acceptance of one's stepping forward. Motion of the bravest out of control, like a tide confronted by its natural and obvious death...till the circling nature of myself calls me to a new and perpetuos beginning...and there I shall live.

LA DONNA DEGLI SCACCHI Nessuna regola, ma silenziosamente valgono tutte. Le belle storie perdono, vincono sempre le brutte. La donna dello scacco si muove e gioca, mette il cuore nel sacco, ti bacia ma non ti tocca. Vale la mossa solo se la donna vuole, poi cadi nella fossa e così l'anima muore...prende una regola e la dà per scontata anche se, sin dall'inizio, l'aveva già violentata, come i ricordi di un amore perso, vissuti solo in un angolo segreto di una stanza dal cielo terso.Lì la donna a scacchi raramente gioca, parla poco o pensa a scatti, preferisce star lontana e chieder poco...Così c'è chi perde e paga con un dolore mentre chi vince non si accorge che il colore era in realtà una battaglia tra bianco e nero e nell'attimo di un tremore c'è chi perse un amore sincero." La partita così resta aperta" dissi alla signora degli scacchi, "vinci o perdi, ma non giochiamo da vigliacchi"...Allora la donna si girò e disse "Regni il mondo della confusione affinchè nella nebbia della vita possa vincere solo la mia ragione".