Evelina-Bosi-mezzosoprano

							1. Ouverture
Evelina Bosi mezzosoprano
Sampled Orchestra

A sweetly suspended atmosphere surrounds the protagonist - just appeared on the stage - while a celestial and
exciting music, full of overwhelming harp waterfalls, gives him strength, so that he can open his heart.

2. Je voudrais être le tonnerre
Steven Brown vocals, soprano sax
Gianluca Lo Presti ambient and noise guitars, special fx
Disorder baritone/vocals and screams
Sampled string orchestra and timpani

In a stormy atmosphere Sturm lets his anger against the ones who have always jeered at him resound,
declaring his natural love for Lybra, who waits for him hanging on the October moon.

              Je voudrais être le tonnerre
              retentissant dans vos pensées
              qui doit toujours troubler
              tous ceux qui doivent s’effrayer
              puisque les montres de leurs cœurs
              ne marchent plus.
              Et redoubler, encore! Toute la nuit,
              c’est à moi, bien sûr!
              Pendant mon concert
              de cris suffocants
              on verra beaucoup de têtes
              tomber au sol
              et d’autres s’effacer elles-mêmes,
              disparaître en silence.

              Mais mon son
              qui paraît si affreux
              sera certainement
              comme celui de plusieurs cloches
              qui dansent dans le ciel d’octobre
              pour ma petite clocharde,
              ma folle histrionne,
              ma sirène étincelante
              suspendue à la lune
              et qui m’attend.


3. Caresses aux cœurs
Evelina Bosi mezzosoprano
Simone Montanari cello
Disorder piano
Lybra sings and dances with gaiety and joy, spinning round and stretching her arms as she were a whirligig,
while an elevated iron lattice separates her from Sturm.

Intermezzo no.1
Steven Brown soprano sax
Gianluca Lo Presti ambient/noise guitar
Disorder piano and vocals

              Romantique sera la mort
              de cet être méprisé
              et par de répétés homicides assauts
              déchiré
              ce cœur qui sangle à grands flots
              hors de blessures lancinantes et...

              Oh ma libre et gaillarde gentiane!


4. Gentiane percluse (Stopped at bar 8)
5. Gentiane percluse (Restarted)
Simone Montanari cello
Disorder piano
After the scene of the Blue martyrs (the anagram obtained with the letters from “Sturm e Lybra”), Sturm
recites some verse of Romantica sarà la morte, and so he creates the figure of the gentian. Afterwards, the
music starts but suddenly it is interrupted, because just after its restart this strong and energetic flower will
soon get “benumbed”...
6. Das Unheimliche
Disorder piano
Sturm starts to feel some sense of bewilderment as if he “cannot find a home anymore”, not even for his
purest feelings.

Intermezzo no.2
Steven Brown soprano sax
Gianluca Lo Presti ambient/noise guitar
Disorder piano and vocals

7. Some Guys
Steven Brown vocals, alto sax
Simone Montanari cello
Evelina Bosi mezzosoprano
Disorder baritone/vocals
Sampled string orchestra and timpani

This is the moment Lybra abandons Sturm. He has always believed in such a special tie, quite different
from the usual classic relations between a man and a woman, and just for this deeper than “normal love”...
And now he feels a sense of metropolitan alienation recalling the original famous Tuxedomoon song, here
reinterpreted with a short added part in German language, which describes some hallucinatory feelings
leading Sturm to a sort of schizophrenic state of mind.

             How many guys like me
             All through history
             How many girls like you
             Some guys kiss and tell
             Love you and leave you
             Bring you up take you down
             But I - don’t - care...

             My heart remains the same – the same
             Inside my heart remains the same
             mon cœur reste toujours
             le même

             Lonely days in the sun
             Friends don’t call
             I watch the lights on the wall
             Lonelier nights
             I sleep with my sweat
             But I - don’t - care...

             My heart remains the same – the same
             Inside my heart remains the same
             mon cœur reste toujours
             le même

             My heart...

             Ein dunkler Saal
             Eisiger
             Der Klang des ausbrechenden Zuges
             Willst du deine Spuren völlig auslöschen?
             Vielleicht habe ich die Spuren meiner Liebe ausgelöscht...
             Stromausfall meines Herzens
             Und meines Zentralnervensystems...!?

             I was looking for him
             And she came to me
             I was looking for him
             But she came to me
             I was cruising my decay
             Where the trams
             Connect


8. Vlak k smrti
Simone Montanari cello
Gianluca Lo Presti ambient and noise guitars, guitar fx
Disorder baritone/vocals and screams
Sampled percussion orchestra

Here is the scene during which Sturm begins having paranoiac dreams: now he has the oneiric experience of
the “train towards death”, feeling to be awaited to a tragic doom, to a terrible and unexplainably cruel
premature end on a train with no fixed destination. He feels himself as Claudio, the protagonist of a famous
Hugo von Hofmannsthal’s theatrical drama he has always loved much, Der Tor und der Tod (The
lunatic and Death), so he starts recalling some verse from the opening monologue of this tormented young
man who, at the end of the drama, meets a character called Death, getting to realize how miserable and frail
his life has been.

              Ich hab mich so an Künstliches verloren
              Daß ich die Sonne sah aus toten Augen
              Und nicht mehr hörte als durch tote Ohren:

              V nestvarne kraje me vodi sanjavost,
              tudi čudni prividi se vtihotapijo in me stiskajo...
              Živčno pospeševanje, puščavniška omračitev...

                     Stets schleppte ich den rätselhaften Fluch,
                     Nie ganz bewußt, nie völlig unbewußt,
                     Mit kleinem Leid und schaler Lust
                     Mein Leben zu erleben wie ein Buch,
                     Das man zur Hälft noch nicht und halb nicht mehr begreift
                     Und hinter dem der Sinn erst nach Lebendgem schweift.
                     Und was mich quälte und was mich erfreute,
                     Mir war, als ob es nie sich selbst bedeute,

                     Nein, künftgen Lebens vorgeliehnen Schein
                     Und hohles Bild von einem vollern Sein.

              So hab ich mich in Leid und jeder Liebe
              Verwirrt mit Schatten nur herumgeschlagen,
              Verbraucht, doch nicht genossen alle Triebe,
              In dumpfem Traum, es würde endlich tagen.


Intermezzo no.3
Steven Brown soprano sax
Gianluca Lo Presti ambient/noise guitar
Disorder piano and vocals
              Eine Atembeklemmung drückt auf mich
              Sie hat mich im Traum plötzlich übergefallen.
              Warum fühle ich noch diesen Zug, der in meinem
              Inneren laut und ziellos und schnell fährt...?
              Und jetzt selbstherrlich verändern sich die Farben...


9. Der beklemmende Atemzug, der hat mich im Traum plötzlich
übergefallen
Steven Brown clarinet
Gianluigi Cavallari violin
Simone Montanari cello
Disorder piano
Sturm is waked up from his gloomy nightmares by an incredibly inhuman breath, so that he can’t breathe in
a natural way yet: maybe he is still in an altered state of mind that keeps his breathing and heart rhythm
abnormally fast. That’s the “reminder” of the train...

10. Vergänglichkeit
Simone Montanari cello
Disorder piano
Sturm finds it hard to come back to a normal state of awakening, and so he feels to be fleeting, as if his
destiny is to exist in a enduring condition of uncertainty; nevertheless, some memories of his past give him
sweet moments, but always veined with a subtle melancholy.

11. Floculation hypnogène
Evelina Bosi mezzosoprano
Disorder baritone
Sampled orchestra

Could the sleep be the right way through real life... in dreams? Sturm thinks hypnosis can help him in
entering a brand-new world. So he begins to live in a parallel reality, still living in the material one as well,
discovering at last that there is in fact a deep relation between these two states. Some female figures he sees in
a dream as “vestals” dance and sing in an ethereal atmosphere, and they tell him there’s no reason for him to
be scared. There are in fact no true barriers between life and dream, that’s why Sturm can’t be conscious of
any differences...

              Quel entrelacement de lumineuses courbes
              essaie de m’environner!
             Une neige d’étincelles fulminantes
             et flottantes pacifiques, sans peur...

             C’est nous qui venons de souffler
             sur le lit de plumes
             Il ne s’agit pas des «sphères des anges»
             Il ne faut pas que tu t’éveilles...

             Mais alors, c’est ça! Je vais mourir à nouveau,
             cette nuit, je vais mourir pour la seconde fois!
             Ecoute le frémissement silencieux
             de ces frêles ailes de fée...

             Ecoute!

             Dans l’intime essence de ce rêve sans fond
             je me retrouve immobile,
             mon corps brisé, renversé...

             Pourrait-elle cette chute être éternelle?
             Tu ne dois que suivre les entrelacs du rêve
             et te revêtir des ailes de ton esprit iridescent

             Nous tous sommes des divinités tombées
             Nous sommes des esprits de lumière
             Nous étions chair – juste pour un moment

             Suis le fil doré...
             Berceau de la plus chaude acclimatation des sens,
             je vais relire mon âme dans la clef unique des tes profondes
                         entrailles...


Intermezzo no.4
Steven Brown soprano sax
Gianluca Lo Presti ambient/noise guitar
Disorder piano and vocals

             Spirales cosmiques
             déchiquetées tournoyantes (elles) naviguent
             dans une fête d’éclairs éblouissants

             Emmené à l’intérieur des filaments
             pendant que la foule moléculaire
             s’ordonne...

             Tourbillonnante et vibrante tu boucleras, va, va, va...


12. Spirales cosmiques
Gianluca Lo Presti noise guitars, guitar fx
Disorder sampled and phonemic vocals
Sampled orchestra

An angel comes and takes Sturm by the hand, leading him into cosmic spirals; as he flies into sparkling
galaxies, he is swallowed into a black hole and so he can become a part of eternity and a component of an
incomparable energy. Metaphorically this means he finally gets to a balanced spiritual state in pursuit of the
pure Beauty, the best way to reach the ideal of cosmic Love, rejoining his Spirit to the supreme forces of
Nature.