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Midday Respite: Volcano

Draw your plans

Drink your safety in waves

Chance is a volcano

The Ashes bathe away memories face

The Fire,

Burns your route

of intentions escape.

Polarize: The Master’s Light Shade

Bad sector is a musical project created by Massimo Magrini (Italy). Graduated in Computer Science, he studied academic electronic music and works as a researcher in the Italian National Research Council (CNR). His research topics include digital signal processing and gestural devices for man machine interaction. He teaches Interaction Design at the Academy of Arts in Pisa. As Bad Sector, since 1994, he has been releasing many CDs, vinyls, tapes, always having good response in the international underground scenes. His first album, “Ampos”, is generally referred as reference in the dark ambient scene. He usually presents his music in audio-visual performances, often using special controllers. Besides Bad Sector, in 2001 Magrini formed the project Olhon, together with the Where leading member Zairo, exploring the territories between dark ambient and field recordings, using only sounds recorded in extreme locations (caves, underwater etc.) as source material.

Conceptually,

Masterfully

The Bad, the Incredible

Hold the fear

If the master’s will…. escapes

But to master Escape

Is to live on the edges

The Frames Brutal point

The Border-less

Lest the Borders inhabit existence

Restrict the Restrictions

To Entice the Growing divide

Divide the hands of time

To hand the time its own despair

The culture has killed itself

And the master lives on

In the Lights greatest shade

Star Tears: Deep Inside the Eclipsed Sun

Lay here

Deep inside

Deep Inside

Here,

It is here

In This Obscurity

Layer,

Upon Mantle

Here

Feel,

Feel Inside

Each transplant

Reach from star to star

Walk the Dust

Inside

It is Darkness

You are this Light

Fire

Come into this

Free Space

For As we walk

we run

And as we Dive

Into the Eclipsed Drowned Sun

We Brush

We will Rush,

Star Tears

Lay Here.

Faith Consuming Hope: Legs of Flame, Star of Despair

This, Your Bequest

Legs of Flame

To Ride the Waters

of Deceit

To Follow the Deepest

Rivers

Into

The Blackest Forests

There is no Faith

To march your Body

There is no hope

To pilot your mind

These Ashen Feet

A Path

A Remembrance

That to be consumed by the fires

One must be swathed by the breaking

No Bone

No Heart

But the Heat

of the Soul

Remains an eternities ember

Remember

That to be consumed by the fires

One must release the flickers of fight

The Star of Despair

Will drive your bones into

Dusted paths

Burned

Into the Rivers

The Rivers of faith consuming hope

The Spines upon your head

The Thorns upon your soul

Never Forget

Despair

The Lair

Hope, your endless chasm

but breath

It lights the fire

Your legs

will fight

this towering, consuming night

Circe Poisoning the Sea

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/63/Circe_Invidiosa_-_John_William_Waterhouse.jpg — John William Waterhouse

Sea Battered

You walk to me with legs of foam

and

When you wash upon my shores

Will you wash upon my shores

and

Touch your pale feet

One by one into

my sea

For your beauty is a black star

And I am trapped by your unearthly presence

Let me touch upon touch

Every outline of your edges

Until

Ever so softly, take your last living breath

I do not mean to harm you

for there is no loss in that which you

cannot sense to send

Your lines, my infirmary

Your eyes, my death

Please spare one part

My heart

was always yours

Now my hands

they are

to deliver your drowning fates

Patience: The Flag of Despair, the Loss of Promise

Waiting

and I wait

Wanting

still I want

Watching

watching the signs of you

Hopeless

consumed by the loss of promise

Raising

raising the distress flag

Still

but still no signs of gentle hands

Forced

force in the night of drowning despair

To love

Love is a gift

For the taking

Hurdles

the crossing of the beaming star

Stars in dreams by which

we breathe

and choke

Avow me this solitary

chance

for chances are small

and the patience of

waiting

Is the flag of despair

The Deepest Oceans hide the Blackest Iron Hearts

The deepest oceans

Hide the darkest voices

Entombed by the star of movement

Drowned in the depths of you, universe

Light will shield you

But betray you

Cold will warm you

The scorn of breath

Pain the need to breathe

Over this ocean

over this ocean

You come to meet

The hands of the unknown

You come to meet

The wings in gilded fight

For to swim amongst the desolate

For to tread the needing want

Ocean,

You will never betray Your black heart

Ocean.

You are all that is not seen or heard

Yet underneath all is nevermore known

The deepest oceans

Hide the darkest voices

Chances

They are all I can offer you deep ocean

Graces

You offer me the iron cage

To break into the ocean, my own.

Through the Lily range

of time

Plays its blue murmurs

Through the winding

meadows of unease

in moment

in soil space

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We see that all

Not meant to be imagined

But contented through

A teenage dreams innocent flower

bound by the roots

broken by the unsuspected

eyes of stars love

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