Dentro l’Apocalisse.

Music: Tosca Braga. Video Text: Flavio Braga. A great sign appeared in the sky: A woman dressed in the sun, with the moon beneath her Feet and, on the head, a crown of twelve stars. In a drifting world the words are in line. Infinite skies, dark nights without stars, Dew drops on grass wires, Yellow weathered leaves and dragged away From the impetuous wind that overwhelms the turbines of life, “Even“ men and women, unaware To be their “yellow“ yellow leaves as well. “Babylon the Great, Mother of the Prostitutes and the horrors of the earth. “ Lord in this world that goes deep How bad how much misery. How much illusion is the disappointment, How much vanity so cruel. In this man who comes and goes Smell of odorless smell of smoke ... We want to continue Vanity we pursue. Wealth, money, palaces, party parties, walls With tapestries ... and more who has vanity in vanities. 666 Do not condemn possessive weal