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Petra - I ergermi (2007)

is a virtual environment
Where people are divided by little
Paranoia is a slight game
A place that should not exist
Come and visit it, is a bit 'out-
Outside the usual routes
Fun oh yeah

The world is small. It's a handful of wheat fields and pressed hard for prefabricated buildings biomedical industry. Modena is a foreigner, Mantua foreign, Finale is the boundary of the world, Bologna is a city far away as America. This world is covered with fog during the winter and muggy during the summer. In any case it is damp to reign in every season. Those coming from outside, who is a stranger can not know what it's like being in a winter night on a road surrounded by the fog, the fog does not allow you to see what is three steps away from your nose. You turn and there is still fog. You stop to listen and you realize for the first time that anything has a sound, the sound of invisible droplets that rest on the asphalt and wet leaves on the trees. A foreigner can not understand that that gray water is a maternal embrace. What is the smoke coming out of the mud that covered the world centuries ago that the barbarians called meerland. It is not just fog, is a history of gray and seclusion. It is the story of a swamp that has become cultivated field, a field that has built the factories, a civilization that has been outsourced, which has alienated autoreclusa and again in his own land from which it exits, and will never leave. Sometimes the children were able to adapt and accept the terms of this small world, shutting in a woody pub on Saturday night. Others, sometimes climbing the embankment at night and light a fire, maybe sing with a guitar or drink. " around a fire / our pain / is chess just for little ". Does anyone think that would go from there if you do not love him so much. Do you think it would have the right, the right to redeem themselves, to stand up there where the fog is gone. The Petra Francis come from that world and "I want ergermi" is the title that combines their music in a single thought. The songs are wet and gray but dream of being as colorful as butterflies and sunflowers but it can be. They are intended to be only the echoes of voices, guitar chords played late at night with the fingertips just touching the strings not to be heard. They are intended to be a voice tone in the rectum, the tone of the CCCP and older ones who recite long poems in Latin, which are odes to Madonna. Anger takes over when it happens rarely and is something like the fury of the first Marlene. But the effort is futile, the butterfly had glimpsed only a dream " leaves an indelible mark behind him." It was just an illusion, a madness that has produced "the most unhappy of ideas." And this happens if you're here, if you are a prisoner of a land you love and you can not love.


01 Intro 02 The steps of the giant (Vs sigh) opportunity
03 Special
04 Butterfly (ft. Dario)
05 Sunflower
06 Fury 07 I want to uterine
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