No Reason To Complain [complete version]

Unfortunately I have no reason to complain.
I don’t use a gun,
My father is not a Trans.
I can be sure of be
With a mother that isn’t a bitch.
My brother isn’t a pervert drugged,
Impossible to reach.

I’ve a place, water and a big case,
Where my future is located.
I had a noble childhood,
Nor I tried to hang up a loop.
I have an education,
And insurances for any situation.

I’ve all the means, but then tell me
Why can’t I stop complain?

I’ve friends and some love,
And my hands lack corns.
I had everything I needed,
Also those that I didn’t.
I have my stomach full,
And hurts though.

I’ve all the means, but then tell me
Why can’t I stop complain?

At school I don’t concentrate.
What's work I can’t even explain.
My head is in somewhere-else place.

I’ve all the means, but then tell me
Why can’t I stop complain?

Mask

Won’t I find a way to speak silently?
Did you really know all of my life?
Wonted to find more of me,
But didn’t you realized that
It was you to put a mask on me?

Something I wasn’t I was for you.
Where you thing was I?
It was just an illusion made for me,
But I didn’t even realized that
It was you that put a mask on me.

This china is cold on my skin,
I didn’t realize it was like this.

Avery day passed was a lie.
Well I’ll better try to get over the sky.

I remember the first day free.
No more mask and finally, a breathe.
After a little it felt strange,
With all that air spreading on the face.
But I could give one final glance.

Avery day passed was a lie.
Well I’ll better try to get over the sky.

Released with Mask (photo)
Photo

Eight in the morning

Here's my book and a pen
Eight in the morning and
It's a while that I don't see you.
I’m wondering about all of this
I would not say I need you.
But I do have a strange feeling.

My dream is to walk away
To reach you in some fairy-place
And to remain.

There is no strength for more pain.
I’ve reached no turning point
No rest in this walk under the rain.
At home, the sheets of the bed left undone,
I can’t have no sleep, But I need a dream.

My dream is to walk away
To reach you in some fairy-place
And to remain.

Dark Room

This perfume and I’m in another room.
Gentle and unique it takes me
To another time that has never ceased.

The light confuses the perimeters of things.
So I remain contemplating the real
Motionless and sitting: I’ve never moved.

I’m not going with you.
I don’t want to see the sky getting blue.

Some time in a while I comeback.
I leave this place for half-light places
Where the profile is less clear.

It confuses the figure with the rest
And the thoughts are mystify
Yet I’ve never felt better.

I’m not going with you.
I don’t want to see the sky getting blue.

On A Solitary Bench (Part 1)

The intercom sang in the house.
The figure of myself hanged over the PC.
I've found you crying at the end of the stairs.
I brought you outside under no sun.
Remember then? It was just you and me on a bench.

We where so close to get over it.
Our speech in the chill of November.
Your broken voice I do remember.
The sky suspended over our head
Seemed to be there only for me.

How much time is it passed from then?
Now we don't seat and talk.
Do you still look to the clouds?
Have you lost that smile?

I'm so distant right now.

But that's not important because,
Although it is all over even before its start,
You are almost important for me.
And on the bench I can still sit,
Even without you.

No Happy Ending (Stifle Me)

When I first saw what was going to be, I thought it was something good.
But when the life crushed, all was left.
The steps in the dark. The waves far from the sea.
The stars reflected were all falling on my head.

Sitting on a dune, noticing my reflection in the waves.
The eye lifted a look but nothing changed.
The stars reflected were all falling on my head.
The color of my blood was still red.

Now that is all gone I’m going to throw
What is left and leave your cigarettes.

Walking on the sand, naked for the freeze.
The breath went away with the breeze.
The voices heard come with the wind,
And I wanted my head to fly with it.

Now that is all gone I’m going to throw
What is left and leave your cigarette.

Came here and stifle me.
Came here and stifle me.

Holding my hand, waiting to crush
Everything is going to be different dust
The glance of the ocean before my eyes,
Is showing me the set to drown.

Now that is all gone I’m going to throw
What is left and leave your cigarette.

Came here and stifle me.
Came here and stifle me.
Came here and stifle me.
Came here and stifle me.

Ricordo di una notte d'inverno [English Version]

At the bus stop
with the night descendent trought the ruins
so blanck behind the shoulders, you
turning to the light,
the radiant face turned.

The day it was I don't remember
But in the dubt I don't stop.
Far and isolated remains
from the story suspended
the picture of that night

Chills girds the body
as the memory of that time
The attack brought so often
from it, breaks the breath
blody taste trought the teeth

The woman who to kidnap my soul
Had not thought
Is now run in remote places
that I don't seek
but only, in wet blankets, dream.

Street Main Dream

Just like a shock
Then a child on the road
Running to a light,
A glam on the sign.
The melody into the night,
A mid in the past, right
To a city painted of blue.
While the trees flew
On my side space,
The moon was on my face.
All the sky painted of white.
Just two rabbit in the rest.
What should I guess
I did not tell yet.
And in all of this
Only a tight wonder
Continues to get me over.

Scual - Info

Scual (Special Cures for Uncurable Anesthetized Lovers) is multimedial project that spaces from music to photography, from movies to poetry. Initially born from a space made for the publication of picture, text and tracks, the program expanded to graphic and to the creation of films. Some artistic categories were connected together, some directly (by being part of the same side-project) and other indirectly (with references more or less explicit). This continue research of a more art “immersion”, intended in its real meaning, and no more limited to simple category, brought more and more to a combination between the disciplines, crating in such way full-sensation experiences, that could stimulate the spectator and let be himself part of the work.

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Scual (Special Cures for Uncurable Anesthetized Lovers) è un progetto multimediale che spazia dalla musica alla fotografia, da filmati alla poesia. Inizialmente nato da uno spazio per la pubblicazione di foto, testi e brani, il programma si espanse anche alla grafica e alla creazione di filmati. Alcune categorie artistiche erano collegate tra di loro, sia direttamente (facendo parte dello stesso sottoprogetto) sia indirettamente (con riferimenti più o meno espliciti). Questa continua ricerca di una sempre maggiore “immersione” nell’arte, intesa nel suo termine vero e proprio, e non più limitata ad una sola categoria, portò a implementare sempre più una disciplina con l’altra, creando così esperienze che comprendessero l’utilizzo di tutti i sensi dello spettatore che così stimolato diviene quasi parte stesso dell’opera.

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