Polvo
Vibracobra

The piece is soaked in nostalgia for the other world, without being pathetic, without being rational. With millennia-old compassion, they show us what it means to have the awareness of knowing you are blameless. They glide surfing on a perpetual wave of abandonment of identifications, offering a taste of an obscene playfulness where there is pure happiness.

They only grant the wake of their comet, which is no small thing. They align themselves with the same frequency of the absurd speed of eternal immobility. They communicate alien feelings, cradling in the infancy of "forever" the realization that we are not this body but we are here.

An epic of eternal returns marked by guitars, bass, and drums, it's unbelievable, but we remain there ecstatic to listen and relisten to this miracle in a loop of transcendental joy. A deep cleansing; there is no sacrifice; they gift us the unmoving without considering us. This is how you restart everything "differently," on a flying carpet that suspends the moment of time, making us love the perpetuum mobile of paradise's boredom.

And we let ourselves be disintegrated by the debris of these meteors, winking in a camaraderie of stardust, flaunting an ecstatic smile of the soul, swimming in that Sea of Imbrium in the freestyle of surrender and acceptance of everything, savoring the fierce beauty of reality.

The Polvo guys! Everything flows, everything goes as it should... the golden age. The Polvo...