Impossibili Z.P

Long story short time
Long time short story
Cloud in the sky
Walk around the bush
A letter to your lips
A kiss in to your arms
Febbraio MorZ
Take a look around
I like the sound of love
Up to the mountain
Il temporale
Tantotuttopassa
Il Momento
3 steps

walk like
a plant
photosynthesize
substances
Subconsciousness
I produce bubbles
Breath bubbles
I see bubbles
and I expect bubbles
the system
playback
needs waiting
of rain and lightning
Sweet winds caress the belly
Biconic wheels fluctuate
in the cromagnon
pont d'arc
out of the bubble
everything shines
and precogniza
seconds longer
than usual
I breathe the forest
straw noble stones and Photosynthesis

Artemisia introduced me to hunting
the forest needed evolution
we dreamed of the pyramidion that night
but we weren't sure what it was
like the smell of myrtle
we called him
with a knowing smile
and rosemary was ecstasy of reproduction ...
but a noise like of
didgeridoo
it hit the ground ... I took my step east
leaves crackled
at my back
there were not
butterflies and ravens
there were not
butterflies and ravens

While you were inside the house of the white mill I hitchhiked the world around
While you were all home and church I listened to the devil's music
Now they are all home, church and bicycle
The thumb up is life and the devil sleeps soundly
In the mill house in Bianco
While you while I drink ambrosia nectar under the flag moved in the wind
A bee buzzing around us seems to want to tell us something like where are the flowery meadows and the enchanted woods where the Etruscans and the Falisci are and honor the father and the Machine and type a secret word if you want to go on. In fact, it also eliminates the taste of garlic in the mouth. Your face slowly as a prayer of Grace
naked in the sun covers the gaze to the horizon Little Galaxy you are Everywhere

A street full of holes
each hole a story
A few holes a love story
full of water
full of dust
full of mud
I would have made false papers
to take away the fear of mud.
Nice mud
Your austere gaze, so sweet, so severe, so pink, so blue, so indigo
and so storms flashed in the sky of Ottembre the flow of air and sand flowed
in this sweet Spring on the contrary
in this harsh inflorescence of moments set in an incomplete mosaic
in a bracelet with a wandering elastic
in a face that laughs with charm
an inch from the nose
to a finger from the nose not by chance.
Pay attention to the hole, pay attention to the nose Nose
ancient Maori greeting. How strange you are strange
you are much more outside than inside.
You said read I said Moon
you said home I said 'let's go'
I thought I saw a Lama.
The road seems closed but beyond the Snake's lair there is the road that leads to the Moon
and 'full of holes each hole a story
some Buca a love story
of dust and mud of comings and goings
until you are tired.
This is the hardest time ever
it is not a complaint but a fact
every day a hole every day a conquest if everything were to end every drop of time and love would not have been in vain
that passes through us is an immense joy
Thank you God Lama
Thank you God Ostrich
Thank you Indigo Princess
you make my talent tremble.
Nothing was foreseen Nothing was calculated.
A sea lily, a garnet apple
an armed peace. A woman dressed in autumn told me. 'Change everything changes and Everywhere Protect the Grace of your Heart. one foot followed the other something or someone was holding us by the hand ....

Artemisia introduced me to hunting the forest needed evolution we dreamed of the pyramidion that night but we did not know what it was like the smell of myrtle we called it with a knowing smile and the Rosemary was ecstasy of reproduction ... but a noise like deejgeridooo hit the ground ... I moved eastward leaves crackled behind me they weren't butterflies or crows

The other evening I was riding my bicycle home
passing through torrePrimavera ...
there was the music of Charlie Parker
double bass and sax

I told myself there is Carmelo
then turned the corner just below the tower
2 Boys up to 25 years trying ....
I stopped and made a drawing
about the love novel I'm reading

An overflowing Moon
the wind from the sea rose curiously from the east
it took me home .... the Sound flowed
up inside the Corn the way of the collectors
it looked like Milk ... Multiverse Triclinium
Tramontana pineapple
somewhere someone
lit a fire

We said goodbye with complicity and gratitude, shaking our heads at the dance pace

You were there with me sweet creature
in the steps in the arms in the prayers
between the colors between the smells between the dance steps

..... the most beautiful thing on Sunday is Monday that swinging lunar day between the restart and I don't feel like it between the 'Where we are' and the 'someone has to do it' .... La Comet Neowise 2020 below The Bear chased by the 3 hunters towards the Epic Blue Mountains as in a dream that smells of reality there is the market the pharmacy the accountant the dentist the trainer the mountain guide the pulls Bones the red bandira more yellow than red that red outside but black Inside the Grande quarry a small window in the rock wall. who made that hole? who has ripped up the mountain. Under the grace of the Victorious we found the best precious Rocche Alumi Fresh Air and a smell could be Sulfur IN THE STAIN could be Peach ...
Apart from the genius Loci of Commander Cest .... finally a piece Very Cortese finds its Panoramic panorama. And with Epic Slowness we confirm ourselves Witnesses of inexplicable events that really happened. A sonorous Acoustic embrace compresses the ribcage and the spirit tractors in the pampas Maccaresana Noises of benevolence are heard around the Panthers One glimpses misunderstood stories find Glimpses of Splendor in the Memories Of instants whipped in the Multiverses ... or friars of the sgnappa and of the step we catch in the air that sighs in the woods that I do not know and smells of Wind .... The staircase of empty light seemed to shine and the geko revealed its secret Sticker Flami dreamed of something maybe 30 Kilometers from Tolfa perhaps a hill destined to transmute into a Mountain ....

'I was in the car listening to my favorite radio thinking about my next case and the cases of life ...' everything continues everything flows everything passes everything is confused work pauses sleepless nights dawns of days with gold in the mouth who there are no longer those who remain the trains taken those lost those who dream the 10 feet of table closed in a cabin put up like a miracle after the storm of the century. The last wave taken with desperation to the shore last time I saw you at the mayor's election the mint pot I brought it into the house to keep me company and perfume the environment by bicycle in the countryside you can breathe the surprise of starting again the courage to start again even if everything always seems the same even if everything seems changed forever today it is so tomorrow you will see today you are there tomorrow you do not know 'accent you accent even no if you will be there someday I will see you again Certain space Uncertain time Speed ​​at measurable appearance the grain sways like your hair the pangolin walks on two legs while making a bow it seems a joke of nature I repeated myself in a future dream 'You contradict yourself you contradict yourself because you are vast and contain Multitudes' .... Pietro Pancho worker flower nursery Buggerru Sardinia.

Good day everybody. Be save. Wach your self. Take care. We will win this situation.

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Here our old live. You can also find stuff in Federico Maistrello account on NM1 Our guitars player (expired link) last year. We are work on new Album...MultiVersO

Volteggiare tra mille chiacchere in levare
sopra un altareEliso Abbozzare un Sorriso
Una smorfia un vaggito un ululatoPadulo Granitico Paleolitico Megalitico idrodinamico
col manico comodo e selvatico.
Dove sta scritto? E chi l'ha detto?
Tra le Branchie di questo attacco lirico
si muove in sembiosi il pesce spazzino
volteggia con noi viscidiAntieroi della vulgata. Morirò illuminato? La Pizia mi ha chiesto.
Cos'e' la verità?
Dormi mi ha detto e Cammina con me

camminare e suonare e suonare e camminare non smettere di amare ...Sbagliare mille volte si...ma non smettere di suonare e Camminare e Amare

Cammina con me
Respira con me
Suona con me

Very courteous
In the game, seemingly endless and seemingly infinite between disorder and order, there are our breaths, looks, hugs and escapes, searches and pauses, a carpet, a lamp, a transversal objective that cuts death and the night and day that rises in 2 new Moon we emerge liquid and trembling and apparently defeated ... suspended in the next step we recompose everything with what remains. I remember Let's take two steps I'll wait for you again. Participation and absence interpenetrate in a place that we can call MultiversO where the Soqquadro has coagulated. I do not want to say anything new, I love Silence but I am very well aware of the narrative laboratory of sound and images and dreams and of slamming it recomposes us in instantsDistants as the poet says of constructive and edifying processes. I looked at all our messages, photographs that make us up like a beautiful song and I wondered intensely who we are? The Dove was also not so certain. Multiverse. It looked like home but it was a walk after dinner with you ..... Decantation tests. Trials of October. Parallax syndrome. Trials of Rosemary and Nutmeg.
Indigo of dreams and umbrellas. We get lost tired in the dark of the evening. But I know and I repeat that in your arms there is a beautiful place where I am well and the weather seems lighter even in the worst of the storms. The Turtle makes a slow feast and the Snail on the Basil knows it. I like your voice

Thanks for all thanks to be close to this sounds.
Multivers can be next project to Slam work to spoken words. We work on it. If some one want send me here some consideration about feel free to do it. Grazie