Luca Di Pasquale

It was just a Syllable little Dream... It was lying in my Brain Downtown Melbourne Street on the Way of Wide mercy

I thought of her wavy golden hair... To the tears that shed on our reality and at that hope repeated with that sense

Summer Night Midnight Moon Standing here Looking out my Light Beating all my melody hopes Listening only the noise of

Che limite e giustizia ha l'amore... I tuoi portici asciutti chilometrici di frenetica storia I tuoi graffitti sporchi s…

Su polverosi sterrati dei sogni dello Zimbabwe Nelle salite dei pasti notturni bruciati dei villaggi Di stracci e matton…