Now I am far from you, mountain and valley separate us from each other from my peace.. my happyness from my sorrow what joy to breath the scent of open air only here here is life... when the magical sound holds sway and the consecrated word night and storms speaks then shall magnificence take form night and storms become light Franco Battiato "night and storm" A.C.A.U. di Gianni Maroccolo

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