Métaphisique is music of moon unknown spiral,of painted summers,of warm oxygen, of jump in the empty, of hypnotic incense in the labyrinth.
Music that knows where ends the curve, of the mute and vergin words, of bare bodies to half air.
Music without tracings, of eclipse in leaden skies,of caustic nuclear enigmas, of smoke vapors smog of sealing-wax, of the ethereal wanderer escape.
Music of necklaces of drops beyond the Zenith that burned,like the shadow to the sunset, of imprecisate distances, like slabs of light to the rhythm that escapes immense putting in background red.
Persons travel to surprise themselves of mountains, rivers, stars, and walk next to themselves without wonder themselves.
Art is nostalgia that man has of God.
Music and Lyrics by Francesco Burrai