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Sand

Symbol of the ephemeral, of the transient, of the death. Symbol of the time that flows, slow and inexorable. As the great continents, under the incessant work of the sea, dissolve in sand deposited on the depth of the ocean, so our life, under the inexorable passage of the time, melts in memoirs deposited in our past. But as the sand lifted by the waves is deposited on the beaches of the world creating new emerged lands, so also our past moments are deposited into the minds of the people that surrounds us and with us shared such moments, to form their own lifes. The album is a melancholy trip in the time that runs away, in the thoughts, in the memoirs. Moments of ambient reflection alternate to the violence of strong feelings and the choral strength of the wish.

Maybe our saddest concept album.


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