Argies

When silence grants consent
your creation will have no chance.
When the way is different,
who is sleeping doesn’t resist tentation.

Lust for languages
vomiting slogans, harming the imagination.
A remote cause gives a breath
and a beat under control.

An idea lives under control.

In the warmness of luxury,
lies seduce perfection.
It’s the song I listen,
in every beat I feel pression.

An idea lives under control.

In the air, the truth:
it can be confusing, it can be turned away,
it can be demanded, it can be developed,
it must be defended, it must be breathed.

When silence speaks
the ground is shaked, voices given by the wind.
When silence pricks,
what burns is called truth.

It’s the song I listen:
there is no time nor condition.
In the song I’m searching
there is a beat under control.

An idea lives under control.