Trallallà..."There's something new today in the sun, or rather something ancient," ok, all clear. But do we really still need music like this? Oh, more than ever maestro, more than ever. A pseudo-spiritual marketing operation has dethroned the god ball of fire. But, while sleeping on a meadow, the orange light invades your mind. Trallallà... And between the two trallallàs I awaken...
Trallallà... When you bring your melancholy into the sun, a kind of mist plays with the golden dust. And something dances with your most mysterious hormone, like a ritual, like a festival of the heart. A barely there trance, with the sense of threat that, although present, is suspended...Pure folkie with a refracting psychedelic effect, that is, my home, the luminous breadcrumbs of Hansel and Gretel to find it... Trallallà... And between the two trallallàs I enter and exit my shadowy corner.
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