Here i am, one more time talking of Sciflyer, maybe under some mysterious conjunction. All true. It's not random it arrives now, when summer turns the sky in lilies-ish tones. This melancholical music best joins with first promising rains of Autumn decay, - but it's a light feeling, light as a quick sign, too quick than You cannot follow it any further besides the point converging with the horizon. No shades cross this water mirror, - just an azure stain oversounding like a wave whispered along the surface. These are songs that exist since ever into an ideal memory book of what there's good: and as it can preview, neithern the title, The Age of Lovely, Intimate Things, wants to hide this idyllic idea of ecstatic digression, - strong point with this production. The artwork sees a blurred imagine of a forest that looks to be in flames (at lease, that seems to me), as well, out of focus, a shadow of a human next to merge unto.
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o3. The Samething goes for Christmas
not yet, probably nobody cares, or nobody cared enough to tell something. Also: nobody reads komakino.
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