PIOGGIA MODERATA - FILIPPO SORCINELLI CANDLE parmi des champs de roses

parmi des champs de roses fraichement écloses et brassées par les vents marins

un plaisir hier

A cocktail of aldehydes disturbs the dull throb of the musks to make them more vibrant

Black Phantom "MEMENTO MORI" reveals its hidden treasures wave after wave

PIOGGIA MODERATA - FILIPPO SORCINELLI CANDLE parmi des champs de rosesMODERATA It is the nostalgia of walking through Milan while your own steps paint your emotions on the wet road. In the mountain of solitude, a gray cloud tells me that I am in someone's hand. And it guides me by the hand where lives are torn apart. Each line of my poems stands side by side, intact. Untouchable. And the world is lost. With the falling drops, I do not mark time, I am just far from life. And I merge into the dramatic sound of emotions.