La drammatica storia di una ragazza in riva al mare in attesa del ritorno del proprio amore...

L'individuo umano interpretato non come essere vivente ma come universo infinito...

Another progressive song...

This is a long psychedelic song......

This is a rock instrumental song... Enjoy

A dramatic progressive rock song in '70 style...

A simply and melodic ballad to listen to before going to sleep

Warm and slowly Pink Floyd style ballad

Country Rock song with a little bit of Eagles influence

A gentle country ballad... A perfect romantic song for intimate moments...

Slowly, deep and powerful blues song with Led Zeppelin influence... Very Amazing!

Imagine an person - probably old - exhausted and dying slowly, painlessly and inevitably in comfort, in a sunlit room, waiting, wasting away, aware that any breath taken is now counted. An acute awareness of time coupled with acceptance of the imminent end, of no further plans or opportunities. You see someone waiting. You see someone waiting. Their wishes are fading; they’re wasting away. You see someone waiting. You see someone waiting. Wasting and waiting. Wasting their time. Time that’s so short. Time that was fleeting. Run out of time. And gone. (Breath) A breath that was taken. A breath that was taken. A breath that once taken, exhaled and gone. A breath that was taken. A breath that was fleeting. Breathing, still breathing; exhaled and gone. A breath that’s once taken. And never again, Run out of time. It’s gone. (Breath) You see someone waiting, days slip away. Ageing, not ageing; life drifting by. You see someone waiting; they’re wasting away. Dying and waiting. Dying while waiting. You see someone waiting. Just waiting and waiting. Dying and waiting. Dying and gone. (Breath) A breath that was taken, was held for a moment. A breath that once taken; a moment retained. A breath that was taken; an instant so fleeting. Breathe, barely breathing; exhaled and gone. A breath that’s once taken. And never again, Run out of time. It’s gone. (Breath)

Imagine an person - probably old - exhausted and dying slowly, painlessly and inevitably in comfort, in a sunlit room, waiting, wasting away, aware that any breath taken is now counted. An acute awareness of time coupled with acceptance of the imminent end, of no further plans or opportunities. You see someone waiting. You see someone waiting. Their wishes are fading; they’re wasting away. You see someone waiting. You see someone waiting. Wasting and waiting. Wasting their time. Time that’s so short. Time that was fleeting. Run out of time. And gone. (Breath) A breath that was taken. A breath that was taken. A breath that once taken, exhaled and gone. A breath that was taken. A breath that was fleeting. Breathing, still breathing; exhaled and gone. A breath that’s once taken. And never again, Run out of time. It’s gone. (Breath) You see someone waiting, days slip away. Ageing, not ageing; life drifting by. You see someone waiting; they’re wasting away. Dying and waiting. Dying while waiting. You see someone waiting. Just waiting and waiting. Dying and waiting. Dying and gone. (Breath) A breath that was taken, was held for a moment. A breath that once taken; a moment retained. A breath that was taken; an instant so fleeting. Breathe, barely breathing; exhaled and gone. A breath that’s once taken. And never again, Run out of time. It’s gone. (Breath)

You come into my garden/ you think I am not there - But I'm there in the garden/ in the shadows’ cold still air You're invading all my spaces /you’re taking all my time - You know that I remember you, you're always on my mind - Walk into my room I watch you from my window/ I watch you from the roof. - I watch you as you walk to me, I watch you walk away My arms, my body cling to you/ we cleave and drift apart: - Embracing shadows, I clutch in vain, a mirage that’s all my hope - Come into my room Dance with me! O! dance with me, beside this weeping beech, - A dance we dance together, more eloquent than speech! We could be lovers anywhere, through some chilly smile of fate. - And though my dance drags on for days, I hope that you can wait - A thousand years too soon I hear your laughter everywhere/ all mine has come and gone - Sing to me. O! Sing to me / your peaceful midnight song. I wish that I could talk to you/ find words that I could speak - But the wind that swirls around my head/sweeps my words into the sun - Safer than the sun Is there yet no hope for me/ my questions go unheard - You know I cannot answer you/ this hot, this fevered bed

You come into my garden/ you think I am not there - But I'm there in the garden/ in the shadows’ cold still air You're invading all my spaces /you’re taking all my time - You know that I remember you, you're always on my mind - Walk into my room I watch you from my window/ I watch you from the roof. - I watch you as you walk to me, I watch you walk away My arms, my body cling to you/ we cleave and drift apart: - Embracing shadows, I clutch in vain, a mirage that’s all my hope - Come into my room Dance with me! O! dance with me, beside this weeping beech, - A dance we dance together, more eloquent than speech! We could be lovers anywhere, through some chilly smile of fate. - And though my dance drags on for days, I hope that you can wait - A thousand years too soon I hear your laughter everywhere/ all mine has come and gone - Sing to me. O! Sing to me / your peaceful midnight song. I wish that I could talk to you/ find words that I could speak - But the wind that swirls around my head/sweeps my words into the sun - Safer than the sun Is there yet no hope for me/ my questions go unheard - You know I cannot answer you/ this hot, this fevered bed