I used to hate wasting all day, wandering around in shopping malls. Yes. Before you came into my life. All of a sudden doing that became funny and amusing, I would say interesting. All of the people in a magical parade. Impressing with you by my side. It was delightful seeing you feeling at ease in all those colours and fabrics, browsing through those crowded shelves smiling at us like you knew exactly what you were doing: having such a great consideration of fashion in Rome and keeping on telling me frankly how much you loved "shopping", in the city where hypocrite tourists arrange high-level options. In the big shops, if you directed your glance to an area where the latest arrivals were elegant enough for your graceful taste, you had to try every possible suit and sometimes even asked for my incompetent opinion. But you were very picky, you would never say yes to a compulsive purchase. Exactly like that time when I got to pick you up in a commercial center in the south-east (Cinecitta, with accent on i, you liked to say laughing). You had to travel more than an hour on your own to reach that place from Corso Francia, but then you couldn't find anything appropriate for a fancy young lady and then we got out with empty hands. I could see no trace of disappointment in your eyes. You were very patient, my love. Sometimes, on our way home, while I was driving in heavy traffic, we were singing so loud, in a blaze of glory, that Matthew Sweet's song that you loved and asked me about one year later. Those were the days... when everything was possible.

Nature, my love, has its discontinuous ways in every phenomenon. And sometimes human Will is part of Nature in that: we can't force things to happen the right way, the way that they should, the way that would be better for us. But our thought likes to delude us about the consistency and power of our Will. Human souls resemble instead physical phenomena sometimes or, as I can say, too often, in a chaotic form, ruthlessly shattering our Will. It's just highs and lows, for no reason, no sense at all, just like shapeless water in the Ocean. Our Love that touched the stars went soon on the down low all by itself, like none of us could do anything against that. But in the end I had to, I could, I had to do something, anything that came to my mind... We can't be excused. I know that, because my spirit could be stronger than jittery destiny.

You're alive, you are and have always been the most lively person I've ever met. Your voice, I can hear your voice infinitely echoing in my ears. I can't believe what people say... And your echoes are more important than their spoken words... Happy Valentine's, my love.

We took wonderful walks in the surroundings of your house, in the city center and in the promenade streets close to the harbour. You were always so concerned with attention to details of your look, but you didn't care at all if the wind was messing up our hair. And you looked so beautiful when you were smiling, in the wind.

Happy birthday, amore mio. We have a lot to remember. Unique things we could only live together. I love you so much. Excuse me for I am sad and my music so melancholic. As for me, you... you just left for a travel, even though the most important of our lives. But my music knows you won't be right back.

I hope all the angels are singing their own way in epic delight for your birthday, and that your unforgettable eyes are surrounded with the most gorgeous flowers and red gold jewels. I love you with all of my heart, amore mio. I am instead really sorry that I can't be about as I should and as I desire, these days. You know why and please, baby, understand the way I feel even though I know you wouldn't like it. And accept my lonely tears... my tears in music.

I trusted the pure air of Sweden, I would've come and lived there with you. But we never pulled it off. Your loved Sweden was offended and then its soaring winds began to scorch our hearts.

Life seemed so easy. It seemed you trusted our life, our life together. And for the sake of our ideas of family we went on, even thousands miles apart. But life is not easy at all, never.

Christian Saccoccia - Vocal and lyrics Mauro Gaspa - Keyboards and programming Music: Mauro Gaspa Graphic: Mauro Gaspa Mixed: Mauro Gaspa and Christian Saccoccia

COMENTARIOS TÉCNICOS A CANCIONES En este curso encontrarás valiosísimos consejos para comprender tu voz y para entender cómo debes interpretar el repertorio propuesto en base a comentarios de ejercicios vocales concretos. Estoy seguro de que el conocimiento que vas a adquirir en este curso transformará tu visión sobre la interpretación de esta música. Isabel Villagar es un referente mundial desde hace años de la preparación de cantantes de música moderna y, llevados de su mano, os auguro un aprendizaje exitoso.

original song

Piano/Voice composition

Piano/Voice Composition

Song and sound design (synthesis)