1999 - 2022
"I don't mind the harmony of waters,
I'm looking for nothing but dissonances,
something more than perfection,
crossing the narrow arch that I know"
I remember THE EARLY DAYS, the glimmer of the crystals on the
surface of the water, the gold domes, the basalt spirals where,
while meditating, the power of the heart turned into energy
I remember the circle singing in sacred places where incense
of aphrodesia burned, the diamond of astonishing structures
built with it, hybridized, luminescent forms lit by the stars.
I remember the mystical dances, the polymorphic voices, I was
in DAYTIA, the city placed on the fifth ring of Atlantis, here
we lived for a long time, like ancient oaks breathing the sun,
our green blood was photosynthesis of light.
Those were the early days, the ones of APERLAE, the reign of
perfect and always perfectible tuning and harmonizing, Aperlae,
shaped like a Lyre, the constellation from which we came. We
swam with DOLPHINS, whose seed we brought with us from the stars,
their games created intelligent and sinuous shapes, water mandala.
The women in labor were lulled by the frequencies of these waiving
water Masters whose smile became maternal wisdom.
As high as below, in the oligomineral realm of the
AGHARTI dimension, the thin golden membrane of wisdom where
some of us found refuge and home after the end of times.
Everywhere gardens and FOUNTAINS, games of hydrogen and oxygen,
vapors of dances of elemental spirits, glittering water figures,
those were the early days before the war between intelligence
Atlantis and Lemuria (MU-LAND), blinding duality, everything
was lost, fool scientists, crazy mathematicians, delusional
intellects, and ODUARPA who transformed perfect forms of existence
into experiments of suffocated, compressed, psychotic, revolted
These were the last days, mass suicide, distortions, delirium
of omnipotence and, then, that sidereal void, the souls uprooted
from the body, the sightless intelligence of the senses, disgrace
became the thick blanket submerging beauty, and Atlantis was
lost, beautiful LOST ATLANTIS, THE LAND OF SAND, OF GOLD, OF
The long beaches where we were used to meditate, we, drops of
the same sea, the golden age and the regality of each one of
us, all dragged into the mud of the eras that follow one another,
the ruin of many, the DEPARTURE of others who keep in their
messenger DNA the seed of beauty, harmony, will, intelligence
and coherence of the heart. The golden age in the caduceus of
Hermes, the messenger.
After aeons, in the land of light and poetry, accompanied by
the lyre, with my first breath I woke up and raised hymns to
Calliope sweetnote who hovers and hovers above everything.
3 Limited Double Colored Gatefold Editions: (Black - 100 copies,
White - 200 copies, Aqua Blue - 200 copies)
Includes 3 Bonus Tracks ("To be without being", "Arcana
Eco", "A Calliope"(These 2 songs were included
in compilation "A Calliope