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Vergin Tutto Amor
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This is a video I made many years ago where I chronicle the birth of my son. The singing is done by me and recorded using an iphone. I hope you enjoy it.
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The march
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Simple numbers dancing in my head,
marching to their own rhythm.
The drum beats on in silent dread,
filling the void in waves of lithium.
The smell of blooming flowers in the air,
beauty of eternity everlasting.
My people fight for what is fair,
to not rob God's treasures without asking.
Both the rational and irrational coexist in the real,
pick and choose and let your heart guide you.
Sit among friends to share a meal,
bound with ties of a love that is true.
See the sun turn black in the west,
see the blood moon rising in the east.
We'll rebuild the world with what is left,
and let the crows enjoy their feast.
marching to their own rhythm.
The drum beats on in silent dread,
filling the void in waves of lithium.
The smell of blooming flowers in the air,
beauty of eternity everlasting.
My people fight for what is fair,
to not rob God's treasures without asking.
Both the rational and irrational coexist in the real,
pick and choose and let your heart guide you.
Sit among friends to share a meal,
bound with ties of a love that is true.
See the sun turn black in the west,
see the blood moon rising in the east.
We'll rebuild the world with what is left,
and let the crows enjoy their feast.
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Dreams
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I am caught in a tangled web of dreams,
hearing the echoes of ancient screams.
Through the void I yearn for the promised land,
filled with life singing hand in hand.
An angel child sang in the new dawn,
her beauty by the master's hand drawn.
Her song foretells of a new order,
an infinite universe without border.
In her divine innocence I see myself,
as a towering tree or magical elf.
Why you ask must we struggle so?
The answer was written in stone long ago.
hearing the echoes of ancient screams.
Through the void I yearn for the promised land,
filled with life singing hand in hand.
An angel child sang in the new dawn,
her beauty by the master's hand drawn.
Her song foretells of a new order,
an infinite universe without border.
In her divine innocence I see myself,
as a towering tree or magical elf.
Why you ask must we struggle so?
The answer was written in stone long ago.
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Beginning journey
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Coming back after a long hiatus. It is time to make art.
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