Monica Bergo - Composer and Songwriter - Good morning, my new song, hope you like and kisses!! THEATER If you want to transform your reality If you want another life The theater is here Choose the character What will you interpret Follow your script and you will not be wrong A blue curtain The lights are down And music begins An ox eye That will turn on The scene lights up Offstage, me Look out for my turn my legs tremble Increase the beat People in the audience Silent is And thet expects to live The story you will tell theyr And everything is possible I grab the moment I commit myself to the utmost There is rhythm, there is energy There is grief, there is joy Here everything is fake but there is truth And fate here, nothing can Because history already has its plot and its ending We will incarnate here Vices and virtues In the comedy you will lose You will breathe with us The magic that's here tonight Live in this atmosphere Trash and a bit surreal It will involve you With its cardboard trees, canvas palaces Paper skies, foam lakes Tears drawn on blood red cheeks Imperfect moons and sunshine that does not shine It's all a theater this my life I play more roles In prose or poetry We are all actors In this reality Browse your script It will surprise you Finished the show I bow for you Applause and music A moment and I already find my self The usual Monica I feel a bit Pierrot Between joy and tears But it went well and then tomorrow replies Live more lives for never die Sweet illusion that will cull me And it will accompany me Even out of this scene If I recite good ,you will know Unsuspecting sides of me I'll be nice O arrogant and bad A witch or a diva Heroes of a time gone Who will I ever be? and how Pirandello wrote I’m none and one hundred thousand I interpret myself And it's never "good the first" I'm not convincing in my dirty clothes And I change the script bugs Of my days a little shaken Absurd Theater It turns into a silent film And crying out loud In this desolate stage If you are looking for an identity An interruption of reality Write your script or improver Get on that stage and you'll be what you want .... Monica Bergo
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Monica Bergo - Composer and Songwriter
Good morning, my new song, hope you like and kisses!! THEATER If you want to transform your reality If you want another life The theater is here Choose the character What will you interpret Follow your script and you will not be wrong A blue curtain The lights are down And music begins An ox eye That will turn on The scene lights up Offstage, me Look out for my turn my legs tremble Increase the beat People in the audience Silent is And thet expects to live The story you will tell theyr And everything is possible I grab the moment I commit myself to the utmost There is rhythm, there is energy There is grief, there is joy Here everything is fake but there is truth And fate here, nothing can Because history already has its plot and its ending We will incarnate here Vices and virtues In the comedy you will lose You will breathe with us The magic that's here tonight Live in this atmosphere Trash and a bit surreal It will involve you With its cardboard trees, canvas palaces Paper skies, foam lakes Tears drawn on blood red cheeks Imperfect moons and sunshine that does not shine It's all a theater this my life I play more roles In prose or poetry We are all actors In this reality Browse your script It will surprise you Finished the show I bow for you Applause and music A moment and I already find my self The usual Monica I feel a bit Pierrot Between joy and tears But it went well and then tomorrow replies Live more lives for never die Sweet illusion that will cull me And it will accompany me Even out of this scene If I recite good ,you will know Unsuspecting sides of me I'll be nice O arrogant and bad A witch or a diva Heroes of a time gone Who will I ever be? and how Pirandello wrote I’m none and one hundred thousand I interpret myself And it's never "good the first" I'm not convincing in my dirty clothes And I change the script bugs Of my days a little shaken Absurd Theater It turns into a silent film And crying out loud In this desolate stage If you are looking for an identity An interruption of reality Write your script or improver Get on that stage and you'll be what you want .... Monica Bergo
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Di luce e d'ombra (Un nuovo anno) My new song, hope you like! Kisses and good day to all! My web site : https://monicabergocomposersongwriter... My f.b page : https://www.facebook.com/ComposerSong... OF LIGHT AND SHADOW (A new year) Lights that shine On these days of mine Shadows that kill My enthusiasm but there is A whole journey that has been written for me Like a novel, its plot will unveil Another year on me And new days to be invented Find out what will happen It's a good reason to fight The light will illuminate me Or there will be new pain Find out what will happen It's a good reason to stay And I always run so strong For fear of falling Maybe this year I will learn How to do walk And I never slow down my pace Back I can not come back Because I would meet myself And inside me I should look I will fill with light and shadow This my eternal emptiness That I can not placate A thousand songs I will invent If there will be someone who will want to listen In connection with the world singing of fairies, magicians, elves, witches and intrigues always uncomfortable in my time looking for a place, a role in this year new I know that nothing will change yet Of light and shadow I will live I steal from the moon her mysteries I will give them to the sun In exchange for the eternal heat in the heart And like a witch burning at the stake I fire, I melt And born again And the alignment of Jupiter in Pluto The lunar eclipse gives me protection I wish the night would go down fast When my pain never finds peace I wish the sun would shine forever In every season, summer and winter A new year here Before me I mess up his days The gray of November With the warmth of September with lights and shadows I will confuse I will steal the sun in June and my Christmas will heat up and the January ice at Easter I will donate I will confuse the night and the day always mistress of my time in that mirror I will look happy with what I will see and new trips and experiences and emotions on the skin I will live with joy and intensity the light and the shadow that will come how many smiles on my lips will form new wrinkles happy with my age it's a nice finish line to be here and how many tears again will come down on my face will be joy or pain of light and shadow I will live It will be a new year of joys and sorrows of light and shadow of cold and heat ... .. Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Ruggine e diamante ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My new song, hope you like, thanks!! My web-site https://monicabergocomposersongwriter... My f.b page https://www.facebook.com/ComposerSong... ♫*¸¸.♫RUST AND DIAMOND♫*´¨¸.♫ My sky is gray ,Low clouds on me I’m so tired Of this false reality I feel cynical ,Trample my goodness so inflexible, I do not know what pity is Yellow sun that Heat my soul with your rays you know Bring light and harmony And I'm euphoric And I'm not stopping for a moment I feel at peace and already I regret my rancor But the rust I have inside And it feeds on torment She’s impatient, she does not wait And she drives me to revenge But the diamond that shines in me He is already ready for battle And is committed to soothe My craving and that pain "So they trampled you, and now you're hurt But if you follow that path You'll find yourself damned And you will not come back " I’m rust and diamond, I am a flame and then nothing more I'm the mud that swallows you And the glow that reflects And I feel torn And contended for a lifetime Between the light and its radiance And from the black and its fury And I can not breathe In this air without smell Many faces, many people Which shent of nothing I see asphalted roads Ice covered Red traffic lights (But I do not stop) I feel death, close to me she blows on my heart (But it is marble) Tears burn they take breath away stop in the throat (but I do not cry ) and just in the moment when I find myself I feel changed and I get lost again days in disorder on the calendar I watch them parade (but I get confused ) voices of souls from my past they call me strong (but I do not answer) children playing on the sidewalk they stare at me motionless( I do not look at them) I run fast, you can not stop me but a tear drops, and dissolves the pain How many times do you want Destroy me and run away How many times you can Deny your action Castles I will build That you will then demolish My anger grows, you are invulnerable But the rust I have inside me repeats "the time has come, if you want to change things, show everyone that you can do " but the diamond that shines in me he repeats to me "be a star, it is your inner light your strength, your power " and I keep postponing and I still do not understand while my diamond is silent and fierce rust it makes its way into me I will be rust or diamond ,I will be opaque or shining I ask only a little peace, not to be happy I’m always been on the margins Between who have everything and who have nothing between horizons now lost And consumed loves It's my curse, My mourning in the veins ,this time has hardened me and the diamond is now opaque here is destiny waiting for me at that junction the time is over and (he comes to meet me) I see a swallow, look for its nest she does not want to migrate (but it's almost winter ) I feel in the air good smell of past things (but I do not come back ) And if in this air I could disappear it would be a reason not to return I’m rust and diamond In 2 distinct souls I’m both dark and light Always at war, I look for peace ....
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La danza dei vampiri My song "La danza dei vampiri", hope you like, kisses and Happy Halloween! Please, visit my web-site, thanks! https://monicabergocomposersongwriter... Vampire's dance I live between two worlds Between trash and slums This is a dream or reality ? The lie or the truth? While I wait for sunsets I look at the sun and horizons And breathe freedom and my immortality Desire for the infinite Who has not ever tried ? That need to know that the stronger we are Invincible and powerful without the burden of age Over the centuries and the millennia Always gorgeous 20 years old And then dance To the rhythm of the Vampire Do you feel my breath Let us give this eternal night And then dance The senses amplified, sharp teeth let's see who can stop us around the fire like wolves, red eyes, a bit 'fierce, we move in packs, invisible and fast , we are thieves thoughts ,so forgotten who you were or roots or ties ,no land limits And then dance To the rhythm of the Vampire Do you feel my breath Let us give this eternal night And then dance The senses amplified, sharp teeth let's see who can stop us The mania destroys, Hunger afflicts us But it will not be the food that will satisfy Torments and regrets, sad feelings, Nightime falling erase them We are shadows at night , The heart that no beats We languid slaves the Voodoo rituals The pale faces, The ambiguous smiles Put the cross, you will not need Strange characters So wild and free , But in this society ,Nothing scarier ago I donate my blood every day to The state or the government the Vampires are we ,There are monsters and vultures Those imprisoned vampires, In the faded pages Elegant, charming, So beautiful and in high places and in they I recognize that mania that is also mine My hunger to know ,With food can not be satisfied And I then dance ,And crossing that border Now there is an end to what I can imagine And then dance, I sad renegade I lost soul, Who do not know who to give my heart And then dance ,If you are not anyone ,If you lost in the journey You can not find a post to be filled Look in the mirror You can see my reflection? This is a dream or reality? The lie or the truth? Monica Bergo LA DANZA DEI VAMPIRI Vivo tra 2 mondi Tra rifiuti e bassifondi Questo è sogno o realtà La bugia o la verità? Mentre aspetto che tramonti Guardo il sole e gli orizzonti E respiro libertà e la mia immortalità Desiderio d’infinito Chi non l’ha provato mai Quel bisogno di sapere che i più forti siamo noi Invincibili e potenti senza il peso dell’età Oltre i secoli e i millenni sempre splendidi ventenni E allora balla Al ritmo del vampiro Lo senti il mio respiro Rendiamo questa notte eterna E allora balla I sensi amplificati i denti acuminati vediamo chi ci può fermare intorno al fuoco come i lupi occhi rossi ,un po’ feroci ci muoviamo sempre in branco invisibili e veloci siamo ladri di pensieri perciò scordati chi eri né radici, né legami niente limiti terreni E allora balla Al ritmo del vampiro Lo senti il mio respiro Rendiamo questa notte eterna E allora balla I sensi amplificati i denti acuminati vediamo chi ci può fermare La smania distrugge La fame ci affligge Ma non sarà il cibo che ci sazierà Tormenti e rimpianti Tristi sentimenti La notte che scende li cancellerà Siam ombre di notte Il cuor che non batte Noi languidi sc hiavi Di riti vudù I pallidi visi Gli ambigui sorrisi Riponi la croce , non ti servirà Strani personaggi Così liberi e selvaggi Ma ormai in questa società Più paura nulla fa Dono il sangue ogni giorno Allo stato o al Governo I vampiri siamo noi Ci son mostri ed avvoltoi Quei vampiri imprigionati Nelle pagine sbiadite Eleganti, affascinanti Così belli e altolocati Ed in loro riconosco Quella smania che è anche mia La mia fame di sapere il cibo non la può saziare E allora balla Se non sei di nessuno Se perso nel cammino Non trovi un posto da occupare E allora ballo E varco quel confine Ormai non c’è più fine a ciò che posso immaginare E allora ballo , io triste rinnegata Io anima perduta Che non sa a chi donare il cuore Guarda in quello specchio Puoi vedere il mio riflesso? Questo è sogno o realtà? La bugia o la verità? Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ La percezione del mio tempo ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Buongiorno! my new song, hope you like! My web-site: https://monicabergocomposersongwriter.jimdo.com/ My facebook page https://www.facebook.com/ComposerSongwriter/ MY TIME'S PERCEPTION The perception of my time Travel on an indefinite axis I mix the past with the present And I retrace every moment Slides the wind over me while I run my thoughts And my time expands I have already lived this life The alteration of memories The deja vu, the feeling To be alive for millennia To have felt an emotion I have already lived this love I've already tried that pain The perception of my time The movement of my world And I collecting empty hours To be filled with illusions I hear Tibetan bells In Endless Vibrations I have already lived a thousand times Without ever coming to the bottom My route run after In an endless ring-around-the-rosey Floating in the sea of the times I lose my years And I find you You caresses my non-existent hips I am a child and you are also Floating around the world In time fake That fast goes You caress my deep wrinkles I am an old woman and you are also yourself In unexplored dimensions In crazy perceptions In temporal distortions I mumble my good with your evil What a strange couple we are Which we call it without a voice Which with cunning and skill We shine even without light Eyes twisted and tired pace I lose defeat in my world Please leave me alone To face the fears The perception of my time makes me alone in this limbo Female only for half I no longer have a name or age And I have nothing to hope for I have no one to come back to To whom I belong, of who I am I've always been nobody The perception of my time It makes my regret sweeter In this fog also your face Only an indefinite boundary Time, time I want more time Only one life will not suffice me Years like sand between my fingers In my hourglass that otherwise goes I look inside and fall into the void I jump into the darkness in your arms We fall into nothingness embraced And my time no longer exists What you call suffering For me it is everyday life The perception of my time That brings us closer and leaves us ...... Monica Bergo LA PERCEZIONE DEL MIO TEMPO La percezione del mio tempo Viaggia su un asse indefinito Mischio il passato col presente E ripercorro ogni mio istante Scivola il vento su di me Mentre rincorro i miei pensieri Ed il mio tempo si dilata Ho già vissuto questa vita L’alterazione dei ricordi Il deja vu, la sensazione Di essere viva da millenni Di aver provato l’emozione Di aver vissuto un vero amore E già provato quel dolore La percezione del mio tempo Lo spostamento del mio mondo E colleziono ore vuote Da riempire di illusioni Odo campane tibetane In vibrazioni senza fine Ho già vissuto mille volte Senza mai arrivare in fondo Il mio percorso si rincorre In un eterno girotondo Galleggiando nel mio tempo e nel corso degli eventi Ti ritrovo che accarezzi i miei fianchi inesistenti Siamo bimbi ma ad un tratto il mio viso si deforma Siamo vecchi e tu accarezzi la mia ruga più profonda in dimensioni inesplorate in percezioni ormai impazzite la distorsione temporale mischia il mio bene col tuo male che strana coppia siamo noi che ci chiamiamo senza voce con astuzia e abilità brilliamo anche senza luce A chi appartengo, di chi sono Sono da sempre di nessuno La percezione del mio tempo Rende più dolce il mio rimpianto occhi cerchiati e passo stanco torno sconfitta nel mio mondo lasciami sola per favore ad affrontare le paure la percezione del mio tempo mi rende sola in questo limbo tu che non mi hai amata mai io che non so più cosa sei E non mi basterà una vita è solo sabbia tra le dita e come una maledizione un lutto che non ha mai fine moderna Elettra del mio tempo so trasformare il nero in bianco giro al contrario la clessidra e ricomincia la mia vita E non ho niente in cui sperare Non ho nessuno a cui tornare La percezione del mio tempo Rende più dolce il mio rimpianto La percezione del mio tempo La conclusione del mio mondo L’alterazione del momento Ed è un eterno girotondo Ciò che tu chiami sofferenza Per me è la vita quotidiana La percezione del mio tempo Che ci avvicina e ci allontana…… Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Metamorfosi (un angelo nei guai) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My composition, hope you like, kisses!! ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Metamorphosis (an angel in trouble) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Thoughts that you do not ever give voice hidden, locked inside us In the unresolved you do not want to miss and you rest like an angel in trouble I would like to help you how many questions in your eyes I have no answers to give the essence goes beyond existence or everything will end up in the dark is what you want to know but I challenge the darkness, and you shall find I will cross the border and your eyes will try this strange life and my melody rust and diamond mud mixed with poetry look at me and you're sad for you not exist a world beyond that then we will unite if we were never happy in the role of friends for us another life will be peace, new light, in a low voice I'll tell you what I would say never in this life you phoenix without peace you're capable to resurrect and then brighter than ever I'll change the shape and substance and I will be only essence but try my colors and me you will remember think of me and I will be stronger wind dissolved your torment you reborn and as a baby you're clean immaculate not marked by the sins you do and by the signs that you have you pointed and wounded you are accepted without sex nor age, without physicality metamorphosis is my eternal madness I'm also afraid to say you goodbye forever and ever metamorphosis will be new life and freedom without sex or age without history think of me and you remember all the good between us as in life but more ,without guilt metamorphosis for us actors sad and strange heroes 2 pathetic Pierrot without face us ... How many moons we still here no one will answer I wish it were endless the time who do not get enough and it can not stop and while it passes you never change you're always my angel in trouble with your mind irrepressible peace and rest never there and you're just like me ..... Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫Tutto come prima (All as before)♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Good morning!! My composition, hope you like !! Kisses! Tired flower bends the head photos in carved marble sad smell of the past along your tree-lined avenue how much peace in this place where you stand hidden cobwebs on your time and the scent of regret while I touch your beautiful face I ask myself who decided that your time would stop and that for you all would be over I, minstrel of my time, tell a thousand stories chronicles written in pencil real-life stories story now finished my fingers still drive, find notes and then the enchantment to disperse them in the wind there was a king in love, by a bewitched spell, with the madwoman his queen and everything comes back as before there tucked away in a corner There is a pathetic clown Look closer: it’s a little girl and everything comes back as before You clown what would you do? You want to approach the king and then you want to tell him of her polluted heart but him, he does not want to be touched and you have to amuse her smile and do not tire continue your ... dance ... in the void and silence suspended in time for your queen and everything comes back as before before your leap do you want to fly high mixed-up Icarus you have fallen into emptiness the beating of the heart makes too much noise rumbles here within into emptiness and silence no, do not love me, now or ever and hang on till the ultimate pain she'll pressure you and insinuate herself into your mind and end by doing you harm but I invisible to your eyes and I want to hug you, you do not want I would like to tell you what you do not know of me and then on swings of fantasy my hand close to yours we'll soar to the heights where she is not there if you want I will reinvent myself for you And I may please you ,I know but with your eyes you’ve already answered me and hidden I'll go .. The winter does not end the cold seems eternal here the sun dies ,effaces itself and then disappears Once upon a time there was or still is, who knows a minstrel that no longer has a court and he belongs to nobody, and no one will stop him while closing the door ,the king will delete him abracadabra here in my Kingdom nothing caresses, no kiss of goodby my name in history was written in pencil to be able to delete from a faded page the mind has its woodworm and you can not heal it past, present and she who reigns everywhere pages of your life flowing through my fingers for a king, tired and sick, who has not had a happy ending the spell is broken and now the veil has fallen regret makes its way into him and the minstrel would approach him puppet in love ,now disconnected from your wires seek your child and there is nothing like before there is the sunset in your eyes but I'm here by your side a daddy and his little girl and there is nothing like before .... ..... the beating of the heart makes too much noise… Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Chiedi al vento di me ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My new song, with my friend Martin Valins who added his beautiful guitar,dedicated to my daughter Eleonora, today is her birthday, 16 years!! Thanks so much if you listen! ASK AT WIND OF ME If it will touch you The breeze of summer that It ends and goes away And leave it inside you Melancholy Ask at wind of me Ask at wind of me If you will walk Between the anonymous crowd of this city And you seem to notice me You'll miss a beat Ask the wind if you want Remember us Ask him where I live and if I keep my smile Ask the wind if I understand everything I've lost Of the open-air nights Pray and hope for the best for you Ask at wind of me the Ask at wind if I could make peace with the past Ask him if I realized that my dream so wrapped up He will talk about time When I looked so much like you You will listen to it And you will understand Because only in the wind you will find the answers, ask at him because the violence , the wickedness, I do not know what to answer you. I raised you in the light and in love and is for that you can not understand the darkness, because you are a star, never don’t uniformized to evil, you continues to shine! Even mud does not hide the glow Of bright stars It does not cover the flare Remember your name is "sun rising" and as a phoenix you have a thousand resources It was January, but there was sun, and it was Sunday, special day That's why you were born with the fire inside To melt the ice, it's your sixth sense Crow that flies, bad omen We in our body, an eternal discomfort You look in the mirror and you find yourself beautiful You are how I see you, there is light shining If you do not find the person who looks like you in the world And you will only fool yourself In unnecessary research Because you're unique Do not let them ever change Awesome as you are And you do not have to be satisfied The semblance of a love You're a ray of sunshine Always look for his heat If no one can understand That thin sorrow Look for me Ask at wind of me Reminding me hurt you Try to forget If my name makes you suffer Try to let me go But if in a corner of the heart Allow me to stay I'll be with you in the wind ... I'm the wind that laughs It wraps you up until the summer returns ... Monica Bergo
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My new song, a musical fairy tale created by me, with my friend Wynn Schaible who kindly lent me to play the part of the wind that tells, thanks Wynn and thanks to you if you listen to us! ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Cuore di strega (L'incantatrice) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ HEART’S WITCH Strange the story tha... read moret the wind narrated It was a distant whisper Slow wound me and surrounded me Like the echo of a shaman song I always listen to you, wind that you know Ancient and enchanting legends While you whisper my memory brings me back to past experiences Beautiful, beautiful, she was beautiful Living for an infinite time she was a witch of sweet poison And a heart tattooed on the breast Thousands of men around her But of them, she did not care Her power was immense and therefore Submitting the world she wanted "I can cross the walls and get back life to everything that dies I move objects and I can cure Any kind of hurt or pain I try to proselytes in people like me comes from the blackest world I pck up the evil auras and I will My unclean and austere army " Wind ,please, tell me how it went I do not want to wait any longer Of course the witch then fell in love And her heart filled with heat Black, black, she was black And she could not change She did not know the love however Her weak point is the heart A knight who passed by In those obscure darkness He took a knife Her chest rip He carefully concealed her heart Shouts, cries, the witch shouts Full of blind fury Without her heart She forced will be To obey that knight Heart, heart, witch heart Beat for an infinite time I happy dance on your ticking And I feel a little witch me too Now the witch is not so beautiful she's just a blurry shadow Black dressed The mind blurred she goes in nothingness crazy The only way to get your heart back Is to enter a woman's body The knight to fall in love And hit him while still dreaming Wind, please do not tell me more Which I no longer want to hear But here's the shaman song again And the witch takes me by the hand ............... Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Christmas Horror ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My new Christmas song, hope you like, thanks a lot if you listen, kisses!! Open eyes Dark night Fear is making way And I start to shake Christmas is here, it's about to arrive I'm thinking of something to avoid it Become transparent Or time to stop While nothing convinces me The answer is already here My book a help will give me Snake skin, ox eye Drops of dew in my hands a tooth of viper, a witch’s scream round and round and everything is complete Monsters and vampires, between fumes and vapors Directly from the kingdom of horrors Skeletons and demons Mummies dilapidated Witches on scope and the party will be done but it will be eccentric of black will decorate all my city It will be a bit strange Christmas For all of us It will be my Christmas Horror We kidnap Santa Claus and think about it all It's all under control It will be great A mythical party And you are all my guests To this idiot table It will be magnificent An atypical day And you do not have to worry There is enough to eat For you living on your cellphone And just think at appear There is no internet or bluetooth No photos on Facebook And if you have to say something to me In my face you'll have to scream No states on Whatsapp that is not the reality here With all the monsters that everyone has inside A big, dotted- tree Everyone hangs up his sin And the fire sweeps away We'll do clean And only love will remain We use the internet with the heart And among my monsters, it looks strange But more humane you will look If you're not nice or popular Welcome to each other !! It will be a better Christmas for all of us It will be my Christmas Horror A circle of protection Against the web and its evils No connection, no field here will not matter to you If the cell is discharged You will feel out of the world You are now in our time Human contacts and then You will have a face and a name You will not have followers but friends And we're all happier You can tell us about your secrets and nothing will ever trap No one will post them no posts will appear Down defamation Behind the screen you are a lion But if you meet me face to face Then run away if I do you BOOHHH !! It will be a special Christmas for all of us It will be my Christmas Horror You were expecting a nice gift Maybe a little bit you'll hate me But then you will realize it That without internet You will experience the thrill To give up the appearance Finding your essence A "like" will not give you That happiness You will try with us dancing At the rhythm of my strange time It will be the most humane Christmas ever seen It will be my Christmas Horror !! Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Nemesi ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Good morning! my composition "Nemesis", kisses! NEMESIS I enter the room of my consciousness That incredible disorder I rummage through the drawers Where I keep sufferings And the ineradicable memories Dust that knows of regret Spider webs cover my time, I recompose pieces of life But I'm here for you Fleeting shadow And my face reflects, Inside you My nemesis, my alter ego You reflect me and then Are a dark ghost The imperfect and the unsaid I will let you be what you are, My soul, black and rending. If you destroy my image It does not matter Finally that door remains open And opening the border between dream and reality I stumble among people at my funeral Who cry, who laugh, It is my Carnival I look at them from above, a spectral profile Rush down into the void that I have inside Nobody hugs me, I touch the silence, Slow-motion of a movie without more viewers, Close the curtain of the world outside and ... and ... The snow falls , how cold it is For this actress without identity I escape from the frost of my uncertainties But there is no refuge save me from she Who is heat, but to hurt Is my animal instinct I'm alone in this storm But certainly I do not regret Your mood swings, your sterile love Even without, I will survive My nemesis now dominates Be careful! If she comes for you She destroys you, crushes you, is cruel and savage, And then she will laugh in your face And sitting here on the bank of my river I'm waiting for you to pass this way Naked and without arrogance I'll never get enough This dance that gives me joy And in the darkness I move safe and stealthy (what are you?) I'm not afraid of anything and I feel wicked (you are lost now) Souls dancing to the beat of their sins (you like us) In this limbo I disown my past days (and so will you be...) Wind and storm I'm not just this, The rumble of thunder I don't understand any longer which side I’m on And it goes against the wind and sharpens my torment I'm hungry for the Sun Nemesis cannot dominate me My nemesis is here, Is stronger than ever And I know that she is reaching for me And it’s she who does not know Ever to stop halfway, Is Lady of Vice and Deception She seizes me , she exhausts me because She does not accept the peace that I have inside She has no balance, Makes me waver, And frustrates what I have achieved Tell me that you'll disappear As a dream in the morning light And will be, within me, A memory clouded by time I leave the room of my consciousness To make order is impossible Strange this drawer, not only sufferings But something relentless Nemesis, it is no longer your time By now your fire is spent And I will be born again to enchantment By words and music Food for the soul ... Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
Spettacolo teatrale "Se tutto va bene siamo rovinati" 16 Giugno 2017 Good morning! These are some pieces of the theatrical performance that we have put on stage in June, acting makes me happy and wanting to share this with you, it's the story of a very shabby theater company trying to stage Amleto in a thousand difficulties, rewritten and directed by my master Gianpiero Liga, a hug and thank you very much!
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Tutte dormono sulla collina (All sleeping on the hill) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Good morning! My... read more new song about feminicide, hope you listen! Thank you very much at Fi-Lord Entertainment (Morphios1) for giving me permission to use some of his wonderful videos. He has a beautiful channel where he warns us of the dangers of our time, a crude reality cleverly and intelligently mixed with fantasy and imagination, and he and his wife are very good actors and also very good singers! Here's the links for his youtube channel! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_Ys0Q6BMn7vYucNb6wXj6Q/featured https://www.youtube.com/user/morphios1 Please, visit my web-site and my musical facebook page, if you like my music, thanks so much!! https://monicabergocomposersongwriter.jimdo.com/ https://www.facebook.com/ComposerSongwriter/ ALL SLEEPING ON THE HILL While it flowing words and pictures All are sleeping on the hill They are so many, so beautiful and pale They are waiting on the hill Princesses looking frail That pose themselves unnecessary questions They are died and now are free but they wonder why "If I Had been more yielding, if I had been a little 'more tame He is always so unstable, maybe it was my fault " "If I Had known take him, and learned not to respond If I always said yes, I would be alive and still there " They are women of all nationalities And girls who never bloom While the seasons and the years pass Their face is ageless Tonight the sky is brighter They will be shining Shooting stars now that you do not have a sky Tell me where you flee Do you feel guilty But you're not you that you have sinned Hide the signs And the secret inside you Everybody knows but it is more comfortable silence As long as you lie to yourself I had a dream, a nightmare, but I was awake On the hill expecting me And they are mothers, daughters or lovers Prostitutes, holy or wives No heaven or hell They are waiting for you and justice will not be men but of everyone who sees it, of whom everyone knows and when your time will be over tell me whoever you will ever save Princess, sleeps in the trash Your Prince control no longer has And a tear remains motionless Witness of this' atrocities You Follow the avenue of pain and tears And walking on the hill and reach the motionless companions Waiting for you on the hill unites them by horrible fate Different stories with the same ending And as avenging goddesses expect The man who defiled And it is a black angels army their choir is high is unstoppable resonates loud, an echo that is relentless haunt your sleep and a thousand ways to beat you know; Hide the world what you really are the last image behind those eyes the blind fury inside you while in the sky it appears lightning I launch myself on the hill I put a flower and remain motionless And and I fall asleep here , on the hill ......... .. Monica Bergo Video divulgativo, non a scopo di lucro Broadcost video, not for profit
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Milano, Italy
Good morning! My new composition in collaboration with my friend Wynn Schaible , who added his beautiful instruments! Please, visit my web site and my musical page f.b! thanks so much and kisses! https://www.facebook.com/ComposerSong... http://monicabergocomposersongwriter.... DEAR GOD Dear God It's a bit I do not write to you, And I know you know why I was lost in 1000 doubts and darkness inside me But dear God It's so sad to go on without you And do not feel your arms lifting my weight And as the sky does with the sea I can never meet you While you know where I am In no man's land If you have not abandoned me Give me a sign of presence In my desolate limbo I can not stand your absence And I look no more me in the mirror Because I see in the reflection A woman too lonely And a scream dies in my throat I'm tired of waiting What can not happen Your omnipotent verb More is not enough for my mind Sleeping little girl But without dreaming That the black man could come back You sleep but close one eye only You have no one sleeping at your side Tears sleeps in your eyes And the bells with their chinches A glow of light explodes in the sky You are still awake and you can not find peace Dear God In this letter I will ever send you I have told you my world a few lines And you know it Who I’m always that little girl Who invented the prayers That in the dark of night she could never sleep Where were you, in those days? You let it happen You left my light In nothing it turned off I know you know my life And all I've done And how hard is the climb To fix what it was Between high and low, repentance Swinging feelings I, between tears and wounds I always look for your light And it is a shining light It fills me and confuses me My letter disappears And I am surprised by the heat Who can give a prayer A bit strange, a little invented I, that of music and words I have filled my life Dear God while I write to you I try love and freedom Anger leaves its place for serenity Do I still love you and you? Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ L'anello mancante (The missing link ) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫Good morning! On the anniversary of m... read morey sister's disappearance, I would like to share with you the song I have dedicated to her. Not with sadness, no, but with the gratitude for having her close to me in the first part of my life, the most difficult. She was not perfect, she was not popular, she had no friends, she was not invited to parties or at home of classmates , she was not loved and respected, she was an awkward character that many avoided, for her exuberance, her exaggerations, her wanting to live intensely by burning all stages. There were not many people at her funeral, very few were crying, and everyone's common thought was "for the life she did, better than she left." But I loved her because we did a piece of the road together, we cried and laughed together, we were afraid and we defended each other, she was bigger than me and explained the facts of life, things that no one else would never have explained me. She is my "Missing Link" but it has strengthened me strongly when I needed it most. For Raffaella, because I do not want to forget that it has existed ...Thank' a lot if you listen, kisses!! THE MISSING LINK I often still get surprisedlooking for you between people in a gesturein an instant in an evasive shadow and I remain hooked between past and present a recurring sensational one among people .Lying and pretending than inside me nothing is missing a pathetic clown always happy and smiley I write music and words to tame the fire inside me because only we know where this pain is taking us where are you? where are you? my sweet missing link you will come back to fill my mind I step back once again and I am limbing next to you hand in hand resigned, while the grey was oppressing for the two of us at every awakening a battle would start I pushed that moment back I didn't wanna be awake but you always protected me even from a cruel child my fearless sister so storng and independent you used to talk to me about guys and how to kiss them I used to blush and my heart beating fast I will look for and call my missing ring and you will answer with the same silence used to ask me if you were beautiful with that storng make up on you looked like a sad Pierrot tired of being avoided you were uncomofortable and people used to push you away many ignorant hypocrits looking like saints and again the two of us together in the open abyss me climbing up slowly but you remain behind I give you my hand but your destiny was written you fall down deep and far in that damned hell it will shine, it will shine my missing ring I will show it proudly to the people and you flew away in that boiling July the freeze inside my heart you, unconscous and paralyzed and for your last travel few hopeless people "for the life she used to live it's better that she s gone" but they know nothing about it your unheard shout of my diamonds ring dropped in the mud freedom is a meaningless word oh you, bling and deaf butterfly your wings are now open you will fly, I will fly and I will delete the distance I will find my missing ring.. Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
My new song, hope you like, many thank's to my friend Martin Valins for adding his instruments and l... read moreending to play a role in my video, thank you very much for listening to us and kisses !! Please, visit my web-site, thank's!! http://monicabergocomposersongwriter... While my world collapses The dying butterfly does not feel pain she transforms, evolves So she does not disappear While my world collapses I keep flying While everything goes wrong I do not have to fall Close flaty the door You Do not make noise But remember that here you can not return I'll take care of everything you've taught me Conspicuous that nothing you left here I’m rain that falls into the form of a woman Sick of joy, sad condemnation While I overlook those years that I have with you A card castle that is now collapsing 2 Peter Pan never grew up Powder falls and covers love between us And I will invent 100 ways for not die, fall, for resurrect and fly And I know I will survive, an empty throne in my kingdom I will not replace you You will see that I will surprise you In your absence my glow, and blossom like a flower While my world collapses While everything here collapses While everything in me collapses While my world collapses I stand again How many ways do you know to make me die You just had a look to collapse My low self-esteem But you can swear Now I know what I'm worth, do not diminish me There is a part of me that keep you ignoring And my essence screams in pain You can look in my eyes and tell me who I am I'm wind and storm, the thunder of a thunder In my garden I will build Of labyrinths without exit So I'll lose you You Follow the path and will meet Fierce mantis waiting, Do you want to be the prey? Spider nests you will find Inside my lost bed if you come back here I Drop every track of you And still rings the cellphone But appears in the display "Unknown user" And you are who wanted it As my world collapses While everything here collapses While everything in me collapses As my world collapses I will stand again Monica Bergo Video divulgativo, non a scopo di lucro Broadcost video, not for profit
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Le streghe (Witches) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Good morning! My composition, hope you like! This piece is dedicated to my friend Jaruska Balis, with affection !! Kisses! It seemed a day so, like many others, I wake up and commitments already there are pressing who asks, who call, they have all need leave me alone want my dream Today, I'm sorry, but is not the day from these chains I feel disconnected and run happy in the thick of the wood I reach my nest my hidden place I never afraid in the woods at night With they I find again the right atmosphere and there, around the fire there is my family the only, the true that resembles me the most And in my reflection are barefoot and shabby but just so , I feel myself and while we wait something to happen dolls in hand we look for a prey if in the Middle Ages they had burned us stronger and bad now we are back Between 1000 potions between powders and concoctions we here manufacture the strange mixtures And dance around the fire Of us, cares little to you we are ugly, we are ungainly we are dirty and unkempt and turned, turned around, there is a place in the world where it does not matter the look and appearance. And while we intone the chants to the moon a strange mantra to bring good luck I feel observed because there hidden he's , he followed me in the thick of wood I stop petrified and now I'm afraid because he knows nothing of my dark half and I see the contempt I can see it in his face and I have a heavy heart tears soaked-.... What I could say I would tell him "do not go" while time seems to stop a moment seems eternal.... But who cares half woman half witch If really you're interested maybe you love me the same.... and I look at you go away in my eyes nostalgy and a tear goes I think of what will not be strange actress consumed identity lost I try wherever my part always change my fate. And watch you disappear something inside me dies I would like an elixir of love it gives you back were antidote and poison maybe I can do without I drunk of remembrance then I cancel me and already I rise!! And dance around the fire I care little about you you are fake, gentrified at money you are sold and turned, turned around, there is a man in the world that perhaps will love what is not beautiful... A fake story in a true story in the middle is located the right fit, for us nasty witches in this bad weather the fire burning we have it inside. That old hags, that rude to you we did not even presented here's Dulcinea, Cassandra and Vanessa then all the other including myself I'm the witch that narrates and play I would like to be bad but, ahimè, I’m good and if my story you had bored I apologize and return to my enchanted forest ... But I have bored you? Oh no ..... I feel bad rest….. Monica Bergo..
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫Come un fiore (Faust, le polveri e gli intrugli) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Good morning! My collaboration with my friend Wynn Schaible, who added his instruments and was nicely served to interpret Faust in this my imaginary conversation with the devil, hope you like it, kisses !! Link for Wynn Schaible's youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/user/fractalbeethoven Link Wynn Schaible Fandalism http://fandalism.com/aehni Link for my website http://monicabergocomposersongwriter.jimdo.com/ *'¯` * • .¸¸. ♫ Like a flower (Faust, powders and potions) ♫ • *'¯` * .¸¸. ♫ I seek peace, I want to light… Is one of those days that the silence takes away that last smile and dies in throat happiness The old desires resurface here and there and move the dish intact the food don't takes me away hunger I would to be a flower needs has never the sun heats the wind then lull it the rain mixes with my tears that goes my steps echo in the nothing of city and while I walked in to the melancholy with only my sad thoughts to keep me company with the mind's eye I had seen him already beautiful in appearance, but in the heart the ice he has "It 's so much waiting for you but I have eternity it's true ,to have you tried and you're back here, you good acrobat, actress without identity it is useless to run away, it is written in the DNA. Do not you remember? but that good days powders and concoctions that filled your eternal empty watched yourself now always the same love, affection is a life that you are looking for Surrender and you'll see .... here with me, no one in the world, will can hurt you or harm you will do damnation, pure invention and heaven will remain empty But do not you realize? you're out of time and out of place in this society if you disappear at this instant of your essence, what will be left? " Do-sol do-sol energy becomes infinite Re- la Re- la and from the heart goes to the fingers MI- si mi- si search keys, caresses them and finally there is sweetness also for me Do-sol do-sol so tired of being alone re-la re-la fly music and consoles mi-si mi-si remove also this love too and as a flower without treatment, I wither "Stay with me" "I want to light" "Stay with me" "I look for peace like a flower that does not give answers here with you there is no peace here with you without light like a flower without the sun I will die Sweetest moment when I open my eyes there is that moment of unconsciousness and do not know who you are I Compose and decompose my true identity by woman responsible in accordance to my age. I do not want to be a flower defend himself does not know the hand that grasps then death will give The old desires sleep for eternity powders and concoctions was a lifetime ago This is my time no regrets sun inside the heart much rain to forget he feels next (he is with me) at all times (he's light) always by my side laugh, pray, love .... a flower does not do it .... Do-sol Re-la Mi-si like a flower in your love I not wilt ... Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
Good evening! This is my collaboration with my friend Eric Rosso, who added his synth, hope you like... read more... it! I take this opportunity to greet you all, I leave Fandalism for personal reasons. I delete my account in 2 o 3 days. In these years I have been very comfortable with you, you have given me a lot of confidence in my abilities as a musician, singer and all the rest. I appreciate each of you, wonderful musicians of the ether and I enjoyed it a lot, you have enriched me, you made me dream and inspired me. In my small way, I hope I have brought in this site joy and positivity !! I will continue to make music of course, is part of me and I know of no other way to live! I'll be in all the other music sites , of course (Facebook, SoundCloud, Reverbenation) and you can also follow me in my web-site, if you want! I leave all links in the description below. I bring all of them in the heart, hugs !! Here’s the Eric Rosso’s link : http://fandalism.com/infrared13 My web-site : http://monicabergocomposersongwriter.jimdo.com/ SoundCloud : https://soundcloud.com/monica-bergoReverbenation : https://www.reverbnation.com/ monicabergoFacebook : https://www.facebook.com/ComposerSongwriter/PrayerI remember, as a childThat church scared melow voices, eyes downAnd people did not laughYour suffering faceFrom the cross looking at meyour hands tormentedAnd the blood drippingAnd I remember those nights whenI will praying and invoked you"Change quickly my life"Only this I was wonderingAnd I was fragileLike a leaf in the windso uselessprey to every tormentand I was stillbut always in motionvoice of the soulscreaming without complaintI remember gray days in whichI was looking for you, and you beggedand the silence around meamplified my emptyand retrace the hours whenthere was nothing to hold ontoand the question was: "God exist or not?"Kneeling in your churchThey say this is your homeI am seeking warmth and yet I feel statelessAnd it was cold the bench, as my heartI look at your mother and her painTo be loved, is what I want tooAnd I will prayIt will be an incredible dialogueInside me I hear youin every fiber of my beingand rebornwe are born to regretbecause every day here we die a little 'I will rise again?and I will prayand your voice that will envelop mealready it turns into freedomyou, father, friendYou know that peacedo not ever leave mestops my time at this momentwhile you're in me, so presentI ask for nothing moreand you are shelter and beliefa search of attentionI always hovering wellbetween damnation and redemptionno fate is already sealedand you delete my pastand my days without faithI leave them behind me a thousand prayers I will inventI do not follow a book, I have only one chantwritten by my Lord, I do not see but it is always beside me ... .. Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
Welcome to my Youtube channel!! Good evening! I made a smart video-presentation for my youtube channel and I also wanted to share it with you! I would be happy if you subscribe to my channel if you have time, and if you do not ask too much, it would be nice if you visited my website, thank you and hugs !! https://www.youtube.com/user/monicabergo http://monicabergocomposersongwriter.jimdo.com/
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ La maledizione dell'eterno volo ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My composition "The curse of eternal flight", hope you like, hugs!! It seems motionless air and fly a tear This trick will melt and drip on my face my circus of love and good intentions part and leaves me here and the inverse formula in which I have always believed now doing battle against my wounded pride I crazy to teach more by love the more you get for you I here strange useless actress I swallow anger and tears stumbling among my missteps hide side of the soul I wish you squarciasse the sky and then with all my breath I scream no, you can not always strong is the curse of eternal flight which leads me higher never touch the ground is that sad smile crease his lips and this Pierrot then deforms the face a pathetic grin on his face wax I curse the origins and the cold that was Was the most beautiful flower in the garden you have polluted, dirty did you changed the fate welcome to hell I'll be there next and I feed you forever like the Count Ugolino I do not laugh ... more And a tic-tac tic-tac the clock of the wicked and a tic-tac-tic-tac the revenge of the offended Your time is running and get your order And I dance on your grave among the thorns and a tic-tac-tic-tac this bomb have triggered and ticker ticking the innocence you stole there will be for you only the fire of hell burn with me what the hell I have ever You'll remember me This pathetic clown poetic soul and I'll be a step behind you but I do not recognize with your eyes will not see me Justice will do it my way potions and magic phrases wheeled out the formulas lets trade places and you you will be the most vulnerable just a useless puppet why do not you laugh? This curse your punishment and your eternal flight will not save you from this hell Is your punishment is a curse you can run away forever but do not flee from this hell This your damnation your punishment also fly forever Return here in hell Laugh clown you look in the mirror it is a sad reflection Laugh at yourself Laugh clown you look in the mirror it is a sad reflection Laugh at yourself only of yourself I wake up and I am now 2 steps from the sea the horizon is lost I'm going to try is a middle ground that has no master the perfect retreat for my season And breathe this air that smells of pain I get back the mask and I know what to do I'm tired with all this hatred in the heart remodeled smile and starts to fly because I am so .... I have taught you to live I wish I could repaint those days without your stories gate shame and tears 2 of us that we are now in ashes again beautiful Phoenician I'll teach you to fly away from here look what a swallow going to migrate more heat, more sun, I would also relax but I stay here hanging on this other pain until you close your eyes and I watch you sleep this curse of eternal flight the treasure and then you turn into the gift and you can fly away from here .. Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫La mia musa (My muse) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My new compositioni in collaboration with Martin Valins, hope you like!! Today is Jaruska's birthday, I would like to dedicate to her this music, with many good wishes and affection !! Happy birthday dear Jaruška !! Music, lyrics, sing Monica Bergo Orchestration, lyrics ,sing Martin Valins MY MUSE Come and transport me away With notes that lull me Chords that embrace me You are joy in the soul Where are you from and why did you choose me? What color is your essence? I hear you born in my mind Blind butterfly, beautiful madness Our Love is for the music Its deep within our souls It lives within our hearts and The stories we are told And I feel explode the immense gratitude To be come to me You, Wild Angel here before everything useless I, woman lost and fragile You toke this life mine You gave shape to poetry You who make me feel beautiful And I am not ever been And who shines like a star In the universe of my troubles And when born a new day My muse will be there You're the light, my smile In my hell, paradise Come carry me away With your melody embrace My mind a beautiful madness You make me feel beautiful as I have never been I shine like a star a new day my muse will be there You make me feel beautiful as I have never been I shine like a star a new day my muse will be there Our Love is for the music Its deep within our souls It lives within our hearts and The stories we are told You're my muse who will guide me, depth Appear and disappear abstract memories and images Together with you, I'll find The origins, the right way, To make peace with the past For every tear, a shame You who make me feel beautiful And I am not ever been And who shines like a star In the universe of my troubles And when born a new day My muse will be there You're the light, my smile In my hell, paradise Our Love is for the music Its deep within our souls It lives within our hearts and The stories we are told Monica Bergo/Martin Valins
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫L'acchiappasogni (The dreamcatcher) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My composition, hope you like! Happy new year to all and hugs! THE DREAMCATCHER On my piano, arrangements that do not harmonize Dreams, like ashes, which then vanish plan I close these eyes, I'm tired of fighting It is not always easy I drink my tears In my dream it is night I hear my footsteps echoing Shadows of regret that in the dark caress me You are behind me, your breath pollute my air I have not seen you but I know you already know you're the dreamcatcher what shape does not I know you were waiting for me and now I am here came on, destroy my dreams came on, vented, how you want it? Rummage among my thoughts Insecurities you will exploit The weaknesses, my fears, Are multitudes but tell me of yours Don’t be afraid ,If the night is dark And Dreamcatcher It makes you a little 'fear you do not sleep , you do not enter he, If you are awake, your dreams you can not steal Sleep and dreams My love sick, from your arms you will see me fade away He lives of torment, it feeds on nostalgia, when he gets all the dreams It takes away with the wind I just feel cold and this dream gives me the creeps the lightheartedness gives way to restlessness strange characters with impassive masks parading before me, I want my fairy tales, I seeking a way through the fog, my street, my right path but the Dreamcatcher takes shape and has my face I look at my reflection in a mirror, and I myself everything makes sense and then I finally know who you are I, a dreamcatcher who lives in the middle suspended in limbo between dream and reality and mingle my senses I belong to those who come? You can answer me? I keep my dreams clutching a kite that will fly away because I would not reach it that I wish never end Do not be afraid if the night is dark Floating souls are no longer afraid Are you the only enemy that you must avoid If all you want to realize your dreams Ride, ride round, I do not have a place in the world I’m Not to anyone and do not stumble on the path But just a little 'wind and emerges my torment The Dreamcatcher who knows, he always me want to close.... Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Dentro lo specchio (Inside the mirror) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My composition, hope you like, kisses! Inside the mirror Christmas again and again I'm sick I wander lost for this my life lights, garlands and all better the recitation never changes and while I get lost inside my unresolved model a smile the mold on the face I waiting every year come back to me what that they have taken from me I want it back And how Dickens ,I look back to the past Christmas and I pine, looking happy memories that I have not I look in the mirror and I look aged who cares if beautiful I've never been Who is this woman? I do not recognize there is no light in her eyes but then she comes to life and suddenly I understand I accept , happy, the exchange of place I ,in the mirror she, in my life she safe moves I look scared while cooking biscuits and prepares packages and together with my daughter makes 1,000 projects and I would cut in half and beat on the glass but the mirror I swallows no going back and inside me .... I will complete sentences in half breathe out all the cold of the soul Stem fragility inside the mirror mine Mud and humility Painter I of my days I paint myself beautiful and I'm in a fairy tale rewrite new realities in words and music my magic bubble I Drawing a tear you will delete here, inside the mirror life reflects I walk on the avenue of my uncertainties stumbling into fragments of forbidden dreams of broken wings, my flights inhibited, exploding the silence in the cry of a baby he is there imprisoned Suspended in limbo He holds out his hand and is desperate it is the child that I lost that child ever born and it appears his father with his arrogance He tells me "you're good, but not enough" but I trample and then throw it away the inadequacy I'm not that this accept me and maybe you will love me and I will compose melodies to cancel my improbable expectations just me I will feed unnecessary caresses most will not try and will empty my pockets by guilt and unnecessary burdens not appease I will cohabit whit this insatiable thirst and a mind a bit 'unstable I who live on the edge between dream and reality I'm out and the mirror is only a reflection I am inside my world and Christmas is now....also for me Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Un desiderio per Natale (A wish for Christmas) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Good morning! my new composition in collaboration with Wynn Schaible, hope you like!! Music, lirics Monica Bergo Orchestration, Genius voice Wynn Schaible A wish for Christmas Who does not have it? But here every year is always the same Will not come true It is a simple thing (for me) Nothing impossible (no price) I look at the showcases but there is nothing for me To whom could I ask, I do not know I mix a little 'fairy tales, I'll make it Christmas Carol and Aladdin And I will have my Christmas genius It takes a puff of wind A pinch of regret Few flakes of snow, scattered here and there And the Sahara sand A grain of anger The magic of the nights of Ali Baba Comes from the dust, it is here Sparkling lamp, who goes out special effect and then Abracadabra ... ..is Santa Claus…. I did a little 'confusing I was wrong potion I'll change direction try again the wings of a fairy the glint of frost some cry of witch I will mix And will come Christmas and also for me It will be a special day And will come Christmas And here's my dream come true "You know the rules: 3 wishes, but you can not use one to have my powers. I can not interfere with the love and its dramas, I can not turn back your years And I can not kill, nor steal, and this lamp I would escape Only my master can free They never do, not even you will want " how I would fill my eyes of light and the heart of love I lost, while alive suspended in this air the waiting drops a tear, the inexplicable sadness the ghosts that appear and I do not know what to say, I can not explain what's up Abracadabra I wish that This my mind continues to fly And the little girl inside of me Live forever and do not want to disappear even But that obnoxious my genius It's already gone And I missed a wish About reimburse me? It is a simple thing (for me) Nothing impossible (no price) I want that in my life Everything remains as it is With all the imperfections misjudgments And the wrong choices at a young age I look back and I get All a bit 'to be remade I look ahead and I appreciate what I have And will come Christmas But so much for me Every day is special And will come Christmas After the wait is not so bad Abracadabra I wish that This my life remains as it !! Genius! Look, there was a misunderstanding ... actually the first two wishes ... they were together, it was ... just one! So, doing the math ... it still lacks one !! Genius, I want you to be free! We can imprison in lamp Santa Claus ? No eh? ... ok ok forget it ... Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ L'amore sterile (Steril love) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My composition, hope you like, hugs!! We were so young With nothing to live for empty streets and no end there before us If they ask me, "what will you be when you grow up?" I would start laughing Because it was already very lucky to survive The years ahead of me, terrible agony You were saying to me: "You know, would be better if there's her" And slowly she crept in my days And she was always there consular and dry my tears With her shivering she made me believe To be unique and special ,So strong and exceptional never understanding that The sterile love that enveloped us all as many cocoons then transform into butterflies unscrupulous but as lives a butterfly? only one day and will die The sterile love I do not abandon me even now that I am free Those chains that you now no longer clash It remains the sense of oppression , invisible prison around me Every day I met of you Every night I dreamed of you You were antidote and the poison inside me Your fake sensations, those abstract perceptions I do not understand if I love her or you The night with you, I was shaking in the grip of terrible nightmares But without you the hours are endless The sterile love that swallows, catch up and strikes you Take the soul And in return you leave indelible scars As tattoos, which remain indelible The sterile love covers me like dust Nothing more can to lose Nothing more can to sell You have filled the void with my world closed doors and loneliness More nowhere to turn I still love you but I want to quit The sterile love Leads me to live balanced on a precipice As a tightrope walker, constantly poised There is not a beginning, not an end I repeat that "all is well" Because even I pretend also with me No, I am no longer young No, I no longer believe in fairy tales I know also embrace me alone And so I will continue ............ .. Not love me so... Monica Bergo Video divulgativo, non a scopo di lucro Broadcast video, not for profit
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Good morning! My new composition, hope you like it! Heartfelt thanks to my friend Wynn Schaible for adding his instruments and ......... TODAY IS HIS BIRTHDAY !! It would be very nice if, taking the opportunity, all of us we did the best wishes !! Thanks and hugs !! They say if a black butterfly comes to lands on you You'll have the memory of past lives dormant memories, Resurface in you While I was wandering alone one evening Lost in my Thought Beating of wings, a black soul It rests and takes me with her .......... Endless space, the moon shines and a vast sky that makes me as a cradle I am a minstrel of many colors That lives on music, without thoughts The black butterfly is always with me By day it is a tattoo, at night a mirage Together, in harmony and freedom We live to love, not grow old The moon by night inspires me words That take shape in the sunlight We turn happy for the courts and castles We dance and we play, we are minstrels But then here he looks at me dancing And he that my heart wants to own But I'm not always that anyone I turn around and disappear, in the roar of thunder Legend that ancient know Give me the freedom that I have never had Flight with you, you take me At the time to which I belong and I've never seen Changing shape, changing essence Is metamorphoses but only in appearance I will keep my soul Flutter, this time takes away While in the sky exploding thunder I wake up and suddenly I am in chains And as if I had always known I understand that my world is over A mighty man is not to be refused And without trial they have already condemned me “Burns the witch and that her tattoo The devil has left his mark in the arm” But here in the sky, are 1000 butterflies They wrap-up, Dear sisters People screaming and looks scared then Abracadabra and the witch is gone Butterfly go, talk about me And bring light and peace to those who are blind Diversity, do fear Only to those want to love not has Legend know, eternity It is given only to those who leave something My fantasy, poetry Not even the fire can ever wipe out They say if a black butterfly, comes to rest on you the soul of a lost person, in life comes back to you As a child rests,quiet, born only an hour ago Circling the black butterfly slow And history will repeat itself ...... Monica Bergo Video divulgativo, non a scopo di lucro Broadcast video, not for profit
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Il volo dell'albatros (oltre ogni limite) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My new composition, hope you like! Thank's to my friend Martin Valins for added his beatiful guitar! Hugs! The Albatros flight Wind that goes Take me to the edge of town And again I will fly In freedom ,As an albatross, Away from here Alone beyond all limits Wound in the soul Nail me to my role and then Again I flees You can not even hide I can not pretend now more I can not even ask "If it's all?" Force me to glide here Watching this humanity Nail me to reality ,And slowly I die With the wingspan of my The most majestic that there is I accompany ships ,I breathe the breeze For never forget ,The origins of the sea Flying like an albatross, you can not stop me I feel unreachable ,Flying in the clouds so unapproachable Even by my fellow But explain me why I push myself to the limit Taking advantage of the current ,Following the horizon Remember the swing was not flying so high The carousel that ran I nailed to that your look And like an albatross wounded Which can no longer fly I chase the endless sky But it may not be enough My mother told me "We have never desired you, you have been an accident, a cure poorly managed" and as a hurt albatross, who flounders of grief ,looking for that nest and a bit 'heat I reach that horizon and then I vanishes like this my time that goes away dust and ashes then remain But now I am an albatross cleaving the air around me beyond any limit, I will meet back creature invulnerable all my senses on alert you can not surprise me Eternal is my flight and I do not curse my flight Pindaric I cancel and then rise again like phoenix as the new day I falls into the abyss that this loneliness that strange round dance in the hell and then return I will lower the wings and then the boss I will recline and proud as I was born I will disappear into thin air ....... Death that cradles me, like the wave does with the sea Remember, please, that there is a secret for glide And like an albatross wounded Alone with his pain Beyond all limits and borders I return to fly .... Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
Good morning!! This is the comedy that we staged this year with my theater course, "il malato immaginario" by Moliere, in the rewritten and adapted version from my teacher Giampiero Liga. I know I know .... it is not music..ma acting makes me so happy and I enjoy it so much that I wanted to share this joy with you, I hope you do not mind !! The comedy lasted almost an hour and I could not upload it to youtube, so I had to cut scenes but I hope you will like it !! Heartfelt thanks and a hug !!!
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Milano, Italy
My new composition, hope you like! THE FIRST DAY OF THE APOCALYPSE (BEYOND THE HO RIZON)People .that invades the streetsWe are in the summer and snow fallsdark omens in the airHands stopped in watchesI can not look beyond the horizonA star that shines is ready to dieThe sun and the moon, what's happening?Together in the sky, it's the end of the worldAre you ready to repent of all sins?The people are crazy, goes in search of the priestswho weeps, who laughs,who sings, who praysplayed bells, drums rolledIt has come to the end for humanityI did not expect everything endedThis is the first day of the ApocalypseI who am not drink I fill the glassIf I have to die, I do not understandAnd I go on the track for the last danceWhile the tsunamiRises and advancesAmong all the people who do not seek youBut where are you?Do not come to me?Beyond the horizon I would bring youWould not it be nice? Among fields of flowersWe survivors, lost in EdenJust for usTell me you want itIt will be new life and new opportunityIt will be joy and not prison, uncontaminated ,no more sinsTell me a lieAnd take me awayFrom this tragic presentupcoming Dall'ArmagghedonAngels sing in chorusI put myself in a rowI go with themBut in the crowd your faceAnd Who cares of paradisewhite masks bar me the step I cry, I call you, but you're far awayThe ozone layer is now non-existentSkin burnsThe heat is suffocatingEveryone speaks a different languagemodern Babel, the tower has reappearedFragments of the Bible, Genesis teachesFor all sins, the just condemnationI did not expect everything endedBut it is the last day of the ApocalypseMankind dies out tonightThe land outraged, at the end we swallowsIt would be nice to die embracedOur two bodies forever entwinedI can not look beyond the horizonThe sun explodesI keep on dancingDeath advancingA tragic danceBeyond the horizon I will find you…. Monica BergoVideo divulgativo, non a scopo di lucro
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Danza gitana ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My new composition! Hugs !! GYPSY DANCE And it is another day that passes and goes I know that one the same will not return I feel restless, I lose my colors Invaded by the gray of the outside world Need love And that sense of emptiness Suspended in limbo, I move in slow motion invent a fairy tale that time which was I miss the affection of my tribe I wear a dress from 1000 colors Weave hair with grass and flowers Again gypsy in this other my life It is not just a fairy tale, it is a never ending story Between the elves, the fairies and gypsy violins In the woods near to ancient kingdoms I feel beautiful too, happy and accepted here's the trivial woman who has transformer dance gypsy cries inside of me It is a fire that melts this cold there is freedom it is desire to live It is dances gypsy and I’m the queen Again this decomposes my identity Nemesis goes crazy and unleash My spirit Which is young and free I mud and Diamond Matte and shining I alpha female of a group of witches Unleashed storms, threats suspended Then a rainbow of many colors Here the rain is over, wake up the flowers We dance happy in this my kingdom In a circle, spell of a beautiful dream Another my world I will not return If I’m not anyone Leave me alone I will not return In this tale, I will hide A still picture On the surface I will be Turn the page and I animet and the end will be "Disappearance Monica", in the world here But in this my kingdom forever I will live From a cover I will smile I’m not gypsy, not even Queen but inside me I remained a child Gypsy violins do not sound I miss the affection of my tribe and I go back to that time when everything was empty dream and fly was my only game I'm not so bad in the world here in the shoes I wear in my reality dance gypsy cries inside of me It is a fire that melts this cold there is freedom it is desire to live It is dances gypsy and I’m the queen I tread with joy my "but" and my "if" The inadequacy I do not know what And yet I know that thrill try The apparent death, far and distant The dance gypsy , here,under the moon Ancient ritual that brings good luck You will be welcome in my tribe In this my book, the end can write to you ... Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ La visione di Cassandra (Borderline)♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫VISION OF CASSANDRA (Borderline)"I woul... read mored not open that door, I should not ... but it is the wind that brings me ...And singing in a low voice Until the pain passesand turn , turn-round, how bad the world …..” Between thoughts and tears Words and music There is the vision of Cassandra And I do not know if i can make to write about you You went quickly And you're perfect In my mind Cassandra is Locked in that room clings to self and recounts a existence : "Look there, my father and his glass Look at me, the victim's drink purple bruises, school always alone in the indifference violence continues My mother knew but all she hid the mind that does not hold, and the borderline destroys the spark that was in me all those dreams my and the love that I'll never,I want to run away but I'm chained here uncontrolled ritual repeated gestures and a monster closed inside me "In the vision of Cassandra It has more bars this room and she hasn’t body, sex, is ageless It is a vision, but she does not know In harmony with creation Forget the present and the past And pain emerges and disappears It is a vision, but she does not know Cassandra does not know That's going to lose our reality wires torn Of a puppet frail she remains in the balance Embraces a nightmare In her labyrinths Do not she ever outputs she passes the edge, crosses the limit She feels a flower It no longer needs And the wind will follow In front of the mirror Her long hair Reflected glow of a thousand crystals you combs plan With infinite care You aspects of your love all your life And a carillon that rings far The brush of a sudden you drop your fingertips Because the black man is here, he has already returned Shatters your dream, the enchantments is broken Cassandra runs between stars And if the tattoos on the skin Bruises and scars she no longer It is a vision, but she does not know In dimensions to exploreAs birds can fly Breathe sun, love and freedom And no one here will hurt ...Cassandra stopped Not your reality Cassandra help me not regret you Now you can not enchain me to you To your remembrance that will burn forever Cassandra does not know that wings, no, she hasn’t Tragic angel taking flight and then A puppet with broken wires now And time is stopped here, as your heart But the vision is mine or Cassandra I do not remember anymore This time changes My perception of the past Faces and names The time has now faded And I dance to the ticking of what has been lost souls who are left behind always inside me with their history a tattoo forever in my memory "I should not open that door I would not, but it's the wind that brings me ....and singing in a low voice until the pain passesand turn, turn round, how bad the world ... .. "Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
My new composition, hope you like! in this song I tell of my imaginary conversation with death ... fervently hoping not to have attracted her attention! .... for at least another 40 years? too optimistic? I will be happy if you listen to me, thank you and hugs! Watch in Hd! ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Angelo nero (Black Angel) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ BLACK ANGEL I'll sing of my time going In a moment, it's over and you're here I feel a chill I lose a beat You are a black angel Cold coating this my reality I always knew, I was expecting you So I really did not imagine you You are beautiful and powerful With infinite grace take me away with you and I would like to ask you a little 'more that will happen to me, and those who leave this world only a last look at my mortal life show me the people at my funeral those who weep, those who laugh, is my carnival I want to scream, "I'm here" as in a mirror I see reflected white soul and another hidden It is she who has always dulls the mind me And fight not know my black angel where I will bring immense and eternal heavens or hell will open in the middle ground I see them appear my many sins my wasted days give me back my world and blot them Angel black, black angel What is false and what is true Reveals to all your mystery Angel black, black angel Do not leave me in purgatory Already you know that then I get bored Angel black, black angel Not my color is gray Better shine or burn Angel black, black angel If your heaven is empty Hell I'll be in good company In good company My eyes that open and then There's that moment when you do not know who you are It is the moment of which I nourish myself every day Who I am? What do I do? What do I need? And here's my dream comes to mind And fear no more I need time, joy and life Rewrite history, I make endless me a minstrel of many colors most will not deny me And once again I understand the essence And the real joy of this existence To seize the moment and all the love That will meet the road This little world is all I have I dance to the rhythm of time that I will live again I know that the dark angel will come back to me I will have done more No score to settle Explains those your wings and follow you'll know Angel black, black angel What is false and what is true Reveals to all your mystery Angel black, black angel Do not leave me in purgatory you know that then I get bored Angel black, black angel Not my color is gray Better shine or burn Angel black, black angel If your heaven is empty Hell I'll be in good company In good company…… Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Un folletto un po' speciale (A elf some 'special) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ My new work, hope you like it! Hugs! Watch in HD!... read more A ELF SOME 'SPECIAL Every year is always the same With the arrival of Christmas I do not feel very well The sadness comes over me But this year 'I am safe Can control it With the help of a story Now I'm going to tell In the realm of Santa Claus There's an elf a little 'special A who do not care The joy of the people Of toys and gifts He does not want to build and the celebration of Christmas for him is only to be abolished "Come here, Monica's tell another story " A character unsympathetic Unbridled and arrogant What comes to mind For sure he will do To spoil the atmosphere The magic of that night He put Commitment You say you will succeed? Will wish to everyone a merry Christmas With the hope that everything will go wrong marzipan puts salt dolc to throw gingerbread and sweets with purgative he stuff A bit 'of ether and reindeer sleep While jumping and sends his greetings for the New Year How many Christmas have passed Many memories faded Time passes and will not report The childhood that I have not lived A day like any other then The outside world was celebrating But that did not change my gray Santa Claus was not My dreams he do not come true And my letter never he read But back in the present And to my elf arrogant I know what you think of him you would like to remove From my Christmas book Because it goes against the tide Just like my mind That I can not harness But what is good and what is bad It is hard to understand because now this is a Christmas deal commercial only for objects to buy Elf wants us to understand Christmas is all year if we live in love packages and sparkling gift packs the glittering display cases bows and ribbons flashy the elf will burn will wish to everyone a Merry Christmas and while biscuits will add the gall Santa Claus certainly it will fire .... "Come here that Monica He tells us how this story will end " You Think not that bad My elf reflecting The neurosis that comes over me Upon arrival of the Christmas He has nothing to do, it is innocent Born of a mind that's not to forget and smile at present Christmas is here and will pass With Epiphany my coal will come!
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Milano, Italy
Written, composed, played and sung by me, i hope you like, hugs! ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ L'unico limite : il cielo (L'equilibrista) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ THE ONLY LIMIT : THE SKY (THE ACROBAT) Rest well poised Hanging by a thread The only limit I have remains the sky acrobat I’m Between good and evil Never without protection Looking for the sun And the circus under me It seems to me empty Faces faceless Take your breath away The deafening buzz for who paid A ticket to the show Sold out I try in vain to fly but have broken wings and did not know how to explain Weave my hair to trap all the sadness and make it disappear Under rivers of words ,While I stumble and fall I’m breaking the sun My life flowing, All redone, Sand between fingers, and you cannot stop stand out the last flight ,I no longer network, I approach to the ground Take these hands if you want to save me, but now it is late and cannot help me Throw away the insecurities and the absurd need of your caresses, all my life always begging, infinity this love and I cannot have Your only limit is the sky It is the middle ground that appears When the dreams you see them vanish Are you good acrobat If you want you will fly Your only limit is the sky Fear not, if you want, you will fly Your only limit is the sky While the body withers and dies Regret has a strange flavor Courage acrobat Now you can skip You must not falter If you want to fly higher .. Lying face down the acrobat people screaming and then rushes on track is no longer the show so paid, and reimbursement, so it shall be accepted As the circus is as my life always in balance, increasingly uphill an acrobat I, more and more tired with this smile which it is more and more turned off While I approach the ground tell me a word and I will be still flying this in my life nothing to save and now it's too late to start over Your only limit is the sky It's your time and you cannot stop it Your only limit is the sky the horizon where you want to disappear if death wears black life has its color but gray is your slumber and red is your pain you cannot paint anymore When a great artist dies It is such people who spend words Only a few days and will have forgot my acrobat is stretched out on the paving and limits he has not ... .. Your only limit is the sky…… Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
Written, composed, played and sung by me. It 'birthday gift for my aunt who, in my heart, it is like a mother ... I hope you like it, thanks and hugs !! My angel without wings My angel, no It does not have a heaven or wings My angel living among humans And she is my refuge When life is black When everything goes wrong Only she comforts me My angel is there Even if I do not see it An entry in a thread And sometimes I wonder How would sad that my trip If she was not there Always give me courage Time ranging My angel without wings No, it does not have age And in her eyes The beauty never goes out Time you know That My angel without wings Never gets old And inside her The sweetness and warmth You do not choose life family, birth my mind is lost in the wildest dreams and you know that I loved more than they say that the actual journey when it all started your voice, the first I'd ever heard your hands, the first to have me touched because in my heart my angel has a name It is a mother even if there servon words Time ranging My angel without wings No, it does not have age And in her eyes The beauty never goes out Time you know That My angel without wings Never gets old And inside her Never ending love It is a deep affection Look in the mirror my angel has a soul when I ponder This is a day of joy between wishes and kisses I look at you and happy I would only hold you to me ... .. Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ L'ultimo mio fiore (Il lupo e la strega) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Written, composed, played and s... read moreung by me, "My last flower (The wolf and the witch)" THE LAST MY FLOWER (the wolf and the witch) I look at my last flower It loses its scentand I do not know what to do I protect you with warmthof this other story I have to tell creatures alone and desperate many scars heal a witch and a wolf do not know yet that their destinies are to merge and starts this magical storysweet as ancient fable in a forest with no place and no age out of touch and the time is stopped and does not move a breath and the heart, explodes and skip a beat and look you recognize like not having never lost and the wolf that is injured a white rose in red has turned He is bleeding along with drops of pain his red eyes burning with love and the witch instead hides because she isn't beautiful and it is not important nobody in the world has never belonged and a caress he never touched she care and caresses the soul he looks at her and his anger dominates and one year only lasts a moment lost in eternity and the wolf tells tales and the witch makes magic potions and exchange promises useless that the night guard and she will dance will dance naked and the wolf with his heart on his sleevelying by the fire that lights up, so free unobstructed and are reflected in the magic lake and do not feel that cold shiver... not last, do not you feel it too?cold around us Abracadabra !! from caterpillar to butterfly Alakazam !! and I too am beautiful do not you wonder how and why I started to talk to me snow fallsbut we are in August and there is nothing that you find a place this my music speaks for it self this is the strangest tale that is I stop here It will end well I can not tell the end of a love that is not written yet I stop here It will end well in a vacuum and the absence these days my silence and inconstancy in your feeling sthe flower dies already go wolf go stop thinking about her from your pack you will need to return and then runs away witch will if you want to transform changes role an actress who artand you will have new flowers day step into the dark caverns of regret Mix them with potions and transform everything into tears like a cat in the night I try the food in the trashno sun, no light no god here that help me body and spirit dentedas a glass stuckinside my poor heart the memory of a love He never really lived so alive in the mind is my animal instinct that makes me ache while another dream diesthe witch in the lake you slidethe water lapping against the planin his eyes the wolf that is now already far a fairy tale real or invented in between my hidden truth all my stories strange and weird over this skin are now tattooed I watch the sun go down in his hands my last flower the vision of a love how does a rose withers and dies .. a life to tell I will do this time storytellers or poor jester with this smile, tired to die the bitter sweet taste of lost things to forget too good to last and the witch and the wolf look disappear .... Monica Bergo
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Milano, Italy
"Con la testa fra le nuvole (With your head in the clouds)" Good Morning !! This is the video of my experience this year at the theater course, it is the first year that I attend so please be very good please let !!It is an amateur video made by my daughter. Music is my life but keeps me very at home, in front of my piano and in front of the pc, felt the need to do something that would make me leave the house and made me to be with other people ... I found this course theater with a talented and sympathetic teacher and people with whom I made friends and I connected right away, I had a great time and not wait to start again in September! we will be in the advanced group and put on a stage a real comedy! Written and directed by Gianpietro Liga, "With your head in the clouds", based on the novel "The inventor of dreams" by Ian McEwan. Be very good, please let !! Buongiorno!! questo è il video della mia esperienza di quest'anno al corso di teatro, è il primo anno che lo frequento quindi vi prego di essere molto buoni perfavore!! è un video amatoriale fatto da mia figlia. La musica è la mia vita ma mi tiene molto in casa, davanti al mio pianoforte e davanti al pc, sentivo l'esigenza di fare qualcosa che mi facesse uscire da casa e mi facesse stare con le altre persone...Ho trovato questo corso di teatro con un bravissimo e simpatico maestro e persone con le quali ho fatto amicizia e cui ho legato subito, mi sono divertita moltissimo e non vedo l'ora di ricominciare a settembre! saremo nel gruppo avanzato e metteremo in scena una vera commedia! Scritto e diretto da Gianpietro Liga, "Con la testa fra le nuvole", tratto dal romanzo "L'inventore di sogni" di Ian McEwan. Siate molto buoni, perfavore!!
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Good Morning! A beautiful video created by Laurent Prudent, music composed by me, text and vocal Laurent Prudent. Thanks if we listen and hugs !! Buongiorno! Un bellissimo video creato da Laurent Prudent, una musica composta da me, testo e vocal Laurent Prudent. Grazie se ci ascolterete e abbracci!! Aujourd’hui les guerriers ne meurent plus l'épée à la main; Au Walhalla les Valkyries errent dans l'attente de nouveaux venus. Les Vikings et leurs Drakkars se sont évanouis dans les limbes du temps. Mais où sont nos pères ? À Vaneheim ? Mais.... Odin ne comprend t'il pas que les combats ont changé de terrain ? Qui leur offre la reconnaissance à leurs mérites en Asgaard ? Se peut-il qu'ils soient allés ailleurs, qu'ils errent dans les limbes ? Où sont nos pères ? Au paradis ? Aux cheveux d'or de Brunehilde, les reflets des âmes perdues passent dans un souffle. Dans le bruit du galop des chevaux des déesses guerrières raisonnent les victoires du passé. Dans le cosmos passent les images de ceux tombés sur les champs de bataille. Mais où sont nos pères ? Au nirvana ? Se peut-il que Gaïa soit jalouse et veuille garder ses enfants. Animant en secret la force nourricière de la planète, habitant les dimensions inexplorées. Changer d'armes, changer d'époque, change t-il profondément la nature des choses ? Alors où sont nos pères ? En tout cas ils ne sont plus là ! « Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccáta mundi, miserere nobis. » « Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccáta mundi, miserere nobis. » « Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccáta mundi, dona nobis pacem. » Today warriors do not die sword in hand; Valkyries to Valhalla wander pending newcomers. The Vikings and their Drakkars have vanished into limbo time. But where are our fathers? At Vaneheim? But .... Odin understands it not that fighting has changed course? Which offers them the recognition of their merits in Asgaard? Could it be that they went elsewhere, they wander in limbo? Where are our fathers? In heaven? To the reflections of Brunehilde golden hairs, the lost souls pass in one breath. In the sound of galloping horses of Walkiries, reason the victories of the past. In the cosmos pass the images of those fallen on the battlefield. But where are our fathers? In Nirvana? Is it possible that Gaia is jealous and wants to keep her children. Animating secretly the sustaining force of the planet, inhabiting the unexplored dimensions. Switch weapons, change time, could profoundly changes the nature of things? So where are our fathers? In any case they are gone !
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Good Morning! Would you give me a hand to this contest, viewing my video on youtube, clicking like and maybe leaving a comment? Thank you, thank you and hugs!
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Good Morning! Written and composed by me, played by me and Laurent Prudent, "As Scrooge (Ghost's Christmas)". I can not sing but I find that it makes little sense to write lyrics for my music then if no one sings, so I appeal to all singers Fandalism or Youtube, if anyone would like to sing my songs humble ... .I I'd be happy !! so you will avoid to hear me sing ... that's not really the case ah ah !! Lots of hugs !! Buongiorno!Scritta e composta da me, suonata da me e Laurent Prudent, "Come Scrooge (Ghost's Christmas)". Io non so cantare ma trovo che non abbia molto senso scrivere testi per le mie musiche se poi nessuno li canta, per questo mi rivolgo a tutti i cantanti di Fandalism o di Youtube, se qualcuno fosse interessato a cantare le mie umili canzoni....io ne sarei felice!! così eviterete di sentir cantare me...che non è proprio il caso ah ah!! Tanti abbracci!! Like Scrooge (Ghost's Christmas) "Din-don din-don them sound the bells for each chime remind you that it's Christmas "are shadow, darkness is the time it takes me are your ghost just as it was for Scrooge follow me already lived in you dive into the past like a painter who missed his colors as an actress that her role has not you walk into the mist of your mistakes until quell'irrisolto disappear " "What is the point this crazy your trip nothing will change with your pass those not love your native shivering that your snow whitens them I'm going to hate and those not sincere greetings and controlled hugs hypocrites refuse " as vampires in the night we move into the wild and transformed into pure light we fly away from here infinity moon, huge and white only she never changes his immortality scares is eternal light upon us my house is there a distant point and I miss it already my reality and now we are here and anxiety grips me As gray and that evil does every day a battle silent scream inside me my soul is already tired and I want to run away there is a hidden child wants to come away with me and looks at me scared I was recognized I have a life here a moment that seems to be eternal We look at you and I the unspoken question is always the same asks me if this will change I would just hold her and rock her you know the maternal instinct is? but the ghost tells me "do not interfere the past remains as it is " It does Din - Don Din-Don the sad bell I open my eyes and listening his distant melody is already one o'clock look my ghost have a flower and as the wind I will obey "Come with me" "no, wait not to mention I already know what I want to show but there is nothing that I know of my present then bring me in the future as Scrooge You're a ghost hooded some 'disturbing but I do not fear what will happen to me " so through out the region which binds us all flutter of butterflies so fly in my years and as a movie outdated that no one ever sees I solitary spectator that I would stop now like a book that unveils his final the future is here is already written and now we are here a new dimension I do not know this reality these places and people are sad and crying stan seems stian whispering my name and stumbling between white masks it seems that Carnival is here and it is a tragic samba I join the dance that my funeral will be I'm knocking on heaven's door I ask if there is a place eg signatures and St. Peter's question: "Who do you recommend?" and goner are already and the church is now upside down no one who seeks Jesus crosses empty and my open coffin "take me home, I can not stand" The sun is rising on this Christmas I open my eyes and I think that is not so bad I apologize to Dickens for distortion I would like my ghosts just like Scrooge .... Monica Bergo Come Scrooge (Ghost's Christmas) "Din-don din-don suonan le campane ad ogni rintocco ti ricordan che è Natale "sono ombra,buio è il tempo che mi porta sono il tuo fantasma proprio come fu per Scrooge Mi seguirai nel già vissuto ti immergerai dentro al passato come un pittore che ha sbagliato i suoi colori come un'attrice che il suo ruolo più non ha camminerai dentro la nebbia dei tuoi errori finchè quell'irrisolto sparirà" "Che senso ha questo tuo folle viaggio non cambierà niente col tuo passaggio non amerò quei tuoi natali infreddoliti quella tua neve che li imbianca io odierò e quegli auguri non sinceri e comandati abbracci ipocriti rifiuterò" come vampiri nella notte ci muoviamo in libertà e trasformati in pura luce noi voliamo via da qua sfioro la luna, immensa e bianca solo lei non cambia mai la sua immortalità spaventa è luce eterna su di noi la mia casa è là un punto lontano e mi manca già la mia realtà e ora siamo qua e l'angoscia mi attanaglia quanto grigio e che male fa ogni giorno una battaglia in silenzio urlo dentro di me la mia anima è già stanca e vorrei fuggir via lì nascosta c'è una bimba vuol venire via con me e mi guarda impaurita mi ha riconosciuta sono io a una vita da qua un istante che pare sia eterno ci guardiamo negli occhi io e lei la domanda inespressa è sempre la stessa mi chiede se ciò cambierà vorrei solo abbracciarla e cullarla sai l'istinto materno com'è? ma il fantasma mi dice "non si interferisce il passato rimanga com'è" E fa Din - Don Din-Don la triste campana apro gli occhi e ascolto la sua melodia lontana è già l'una in punto aspetto il mio fantasma sono un fiore e come al vento io gli ubbidirò "Vieni con me" "no, aspetta non parlare conosco già ciò che mi vuoi mostrare ma non c'è nulla che non so del mio presente portami allora nel futuro come Scrooge tu incappucciato sei un fantasma un po' inquietante ma io non temo ciò che mi accadrà" così attraverso quel confine che incatena tutti noi battito d'ali di farfalle così volan gli anni miei e come un film ormai datato che nessuno vede mai io spettatrice solitaria che fermarmi ora vorrei come un libro che svela il suo finale il futuro è qua è scritto già e ora siamo qua una dimensione nuova non conosco questa realtà questi luoghi e le persone sono tristi e stan piangendo sembra che stian sussurando il nome mio ed inciampo tra maschere bianche sembra che Carnevale sia qua ed è un tragico samba mi unisco alla danza che il mio funerale sarà Sto bussando alla porta del cielo chiedo se ci sia un posto pe rme e San Pietro domanda :"Chi ti raccomanda?" e sono fregata di già e la chiesa ormai è capovolta più nessuno che cerca Gesù croci vuote e la mia bara aperta "portami a casa, non ne posso più" Sta sorgendo il sole su questo Natale apro gli occhi e penso che non fa poi così male Chiedo scusa a Dickens per la distorsione vorrei i miei fantasmi proprio come Scrooge.... Monica Bergo
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My friend Gene O'Neil has created a wonderful song about one of my poems, making me very happy! thank you dear Gene Il mio amico Gene O'Neil ha Creato Una magnifica canzone su Una mia poesia, rendendomi molto felice! Grazie di cuore caro Gene!
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Written and composed by me, played with me and Laurent Prudent. The curse of eternal flight It seems motionless air and fly a tear This trick will melt and drip on my face my circus of love and good intentions part and leaves me here and the inverse formula in which I have always believed now doing battle against my wounded pride I crazy to teach more by love the more you get for you I here strange useless actress I swallow anger and tears stumbling among my missteps hide side of the soul I wish you squarciasse the sky and then with all my breath I scream no, you can not always strong is the curse of eternal flight which leads me higher never touch the ground is that sad smile crease his lips and this Pierrot then deforms the face a pathetic grin on his face wax I curse the origins and the cold that was Was the most beautiful flower in the garden you have polluted, dirty did you changed the fate welcome to hell I'll be there next and I feed you forever like the Count Ugolino I do not laugh ... more And a tic-tac tic-tac the clock of the wicked and a tic-tac-tic-tac the vengeance of the offended Your time is running and get your order And I dance on your grave among the thorns and a tic-tac-tic-tac this bomb have triggered and ticker ticking the innocence you stole there will be for you only the fire of hell burn with me what the hell I have ever You'll remember me This pathetic clown poetic soul and I'll be a step behind you but I do not recognize with your eyes will not see me Justice will do it my way potions and magic phrases wheeled out the formulas lets trade places and you you will be the most vulnerable just a useless puppet why do not you laugh? This curse your punishment and your eternal flight will not save you from this hell Is your punishment is a curse you can run away forever but do not flee from this hell This your damnation your punishment also fly forever Return here in hell Laugh clown you look in the mirror it is a sad reflection Laugh at yourself Laugh clown you look in the mirror it is a sad reflection Laugh at yourself only of yourself I wake up and I am now 2 steps from the sea the horizon is lost I'm going to try is a middle ground that has no master the perfect retreat for my season And breathe this air that smells of pain I get back the mask and I know what to do I'm tired with all this hatred in the heart remodeled smile and starts to fly because I am so .... I have taught you to live I wish I could repaint those days without your stories gate shame and tears 2 of us that we are now in ashes again beautiful Phoenician I'll teach you to fly away from here look what a swallow going to migrate more heat, more sun, I would also relax but I stay here hanging on this other pain until you close your eyes and watch you sleep this curse of eternal flight the treasure and then you turn into the gift and display fly away from here .. Monica Bergo Scritta e composta da me, suonata da me e Laurent Prudent! La maledizione dell'eterno volo Sembra immobile l'aria e una lacrima vola questo trucco si scioglie e sul viso mi cola il mio circo d'amore e di buone intenzioni parte e mi lascia qua E la formula inversa in cui ho sempre creduto che si scaglia ora contro il mio orgoglio ferito folle io ad insegnare che più dai amore più ne ottieni per te Io qui strana attrice inutile ingoio rabbia e le lacrime inciampo tra i passi falsi miei nascondo lati dell'anima vorrei si squarciasse il cielo e poi con tutto il mio fiato lo urlerei che no, sempre forte non si può E' la maledizione dell'eterno volo che mi porta più in alto non tocco mai il suolo è quel triste sorriso che piega le labbra e di questo Pierrot poi deforma la faccia un patetico ghigno sul viso di cera maledico le origini e il freddo che c'era Era il fiore più bello di questo giardino l'hai inquinato, sporcato gli hai cambiato il destino benvenuto all'inferno sarò lì vicino e ti sbrano in eterno come il conte Ugolino non rido più... E fa tic-tac -tic-tac l'orologio dei malvagi e fa tic-tac-tic-tac la vendetta degli offesi il tuo tempo scorre ed arriva la tua fine e io danzo sopra la tua tomba tra le spine E fa tic-tac-tic-tac questa bomba che hai innescato e fa tic-tac tic-tac l'innocenza che hai rubato ci sarà per te solo il fuoco dell'inferno brucia insieme a me che l'inferno ce l'ho eterno Ti ricorderai di me di questo clown patetico dall'animo poetico e starò un passo dietro a te ma non mi riconoscerai con gli occhi tuoi non mi vedrai giustizia farò a modo mio pozioni e frasi magiche rispolvero le formule scambiamoci di posto e tu sarai il più vulnerabile solo un fantoccio inutile perchè non ridi? Questa maledizione la tua punizione e il tuo volo eterno non ti salverà da questo inferno E' la tua punizione è una maledizione puoi scappare in eterno ma non fuggirai da questo inferno Questa tua dannazione è la tua punizione vola pure in eterno poi ritorna qui dentro all'inferno Ridi pagliaccio ti guardi allo specchio è un triste riflesso ridi di te stesso Ridi pagliaccio ti guardi allo specchio è un triste riflesso ridi di te stesso solo di te stesso mi risveglio e ora sono a 2 passi dal mare l'orizzonte si perde lo vado a cercare è una terra di mezzo che non ha padrone il rifugio perfetto per la mia stagione E respiro quest'aria che sa di dolore mi rimetto la maschera e so cosa fare sono stanca con tutto quest'odio nel cuore rimodello il sorriso e riprendo a volare perchè io sono così.... Io che ti ho insegnato a vivere vorrei poter ridipingere quei giorni tuoi senza favole cancello vergogna e lacrime Noi 2 che ora siamo in cenere di nuovo fenici splendide ti insegno a volare via di qua cosa cerca una rondine andando a migrare più calore, più sole, vorrei anch'io riposare ma rimango qui appesa a quest'altro dolore finchè non chiudi gli occhi e ti guardo dormire questa maledizione dell'eterno volo la trasformo in tesoro e poi te la dono e potrai volare via da qua.. Monica Bergo
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Written and composed by me, played by me and by my dear friend Laurent Prudent Dedicated to all of .... read more.. read moreyou wonderful people of Fando! I'm sorry to have been absent for a while and was not able to listen to your beautiful music ... I have had a tough time in my life, I do not think I'll ever get used to the horrible things of this world and the wickedness of the people. ..make this video helped me to distract me, I felt less alone, like you're everyone there with me to support me and for that I thank you.I apologize so much because the video is short and you are many and I could not incorporate all but you are all important to me, all of you! This video is my gift to you, to apologize for my absence, and demonstrate my affection. I wanted to thank in particular Mr. Senior Paul Hoppe who was the first to greet me and to be gentle with me here, on Fando, a kiss and a hug to Paul to all of you!Scritta e composta da me, suonata da me e dal mio caro amico Laurent Prudent Dedicata a tutti voi, meraviglioso popolo di Fando! Mi dispiace di essere stata assente per un periodo e di non aver potuto ascoltare la vostra bella musica... ho passato un brutto momento della mia vita, credo che non riuscirò mai ad abituarmi alle orribili cose di questo mondo ed alla cattiveria della gente...fare questo video mi ha aiutata a distrarmi ,mi sono sentita meno sola, come se foste tutti quanti lì con me a sostenermi e di questo vi ringrazio. Spero di non aver dimenticato nessuno e se così fosse mi scuso in anticipo, perchè per me siete tutti importanti, tutti quanti!Questo video è il mio regalo per voi, per scusarmi per la mia assenza e dimostrarvi il mio affetto. Volevo ringraziare in modo particolare Mister Senior Paul Hoppe che è stato il primo ad accogliermi e ad essere gentile con me qui, su Fando, un bacio a Paul e un abbraccio a tutti voi! THE BALLAD OF FANDALISM Only, surfing in this sea with music in their hearts always in search of warmth and sun when, as a song of sirens, music that is and now I already carries but what ?but where ?there was already ?or appeared suddenly inside of me maybe there find people looks like me at least a little 'It's called Fandalism here we are at Fandalism There you will find the nicest artists we are not famous but here we have a soul listening only you will understand Here there is no race and not win anything but you earn in the heart and solidarity Youtube does not love you anymore Beat 100 even you you know give me the thrill that is down here great friendships here which are cemented kilometric distances cancel love stories blossoming inspire so I decided I will stop here there are those who do jazz or electronic music who plays bass or guitar some are brilliant but no one will notice because here in Fandalism there is the 'humility I love them all and they all hug me I am not pampered as never was as an elf in my magic forest flight between notes and generosity renew the charm I will establish my time and listen to your song and what you tell me I want you by my side and I'll play for you only and dry you my tears and if i'm sad you will understand infinity while many people (without ever touching it) that is indifferent (but you're not) I run into nothing (with the agreements mine) and this mind (never rests) but you can hear what I have inside and the presence your perhaps can make sense of everything my diversity here is the norm are accepted here with my music I am a storyteller out of time my live suspended between dream and reality I remain astonished for the talent of others I feel small so useless then encourage me and go back to smile because of humanity's Fandalism and we love each other and collaborate Here we are at the exact center of the music Doc crown me rose in this kingdom, and to I'm happy Because the Doc says I write comments and give props to burst and I worry when they disappear there is no malignancy there is criticism and here the envy, no, not enter I stop to Fandalism rest of Fandalism because of Fandalism you are there Come on Fandalism you look at Fandalism because of Fandalism ... we are there !!!! Hey !! I'm here too !! Monica Bergo LA BALLATA DI FANDALISMSola, navigavo in questo mare con la musica nel cuoresempre alla ricerca di calore e solequando, come un canto di sirene,una musica che vienee ora mi trasporta giàma cos'èma dov'èc'era giào è apparsa all'improvvisodentro meforse làtroverògente che mi somiglia almeno un po'Si chiama Fandalismqui siamo a Fandalismci troverai gli artisti più simpaticinon siam famosi ma qui abbiamo un'animasolo ascontandoci si capiràQui non c'è gara e non si vince nulla maci si guadagna in cuore e solidarietàYoutube non ti amo piùBeat 100 neanche tusai darmi il brivido che c'è quaggiùgrandi amicizie quiche si cementanodistanze chilometriche si annullanostorie d'amore chesbocciando ispiranoperciò ho deciso io mi fermo quac'è chi fa jazz o musica elettronicachi suona il basso o la chitarra elettricac'è chi è geniale manon se ne accorgeràperchè qui a Fandalismc'è l' umiltàli adoro tutti e tutti me li abbraccereiio coccolata come non son stata maicome un folletto nel mio bosco magicovolo tra note e generosità rinnoverò l'incantofermerò il mio tempoe ascolterò il tuo canto eciò che mi diraiti voglio al mio fiancoed io suoneròper te soltantoed asciugherai tu il mio piantoe se sono triste lo capiraimentre sfioro tanta gente(senza toccarla mai)che è indifferente(ma tu non lo sei)corro nel niente(con gli accordi miei)e questa mente(non riposa mai)ma tu puoisentire quello che ho dentroe la presenza tuaforse può dare un senso a tutto ciò la mia diversitàqui è la normalitàsono accettataqui con la mia musicaun cantastorie iofuori dal tempo miovivo sospesa tra sogno e realtàrimango attonitaper il talento altruimi sento piccolatalmente inutilepoi m'incoraggianoe torno a sorridereperchè su Fandalism c'è umanitàe ci vogliamo bene e si collaboraqui siamo al centro esatto della musicaDoc m'incorona rosa in questo regno e poisono felicebecause the Doc saysScrivo commenti e dò puntelli a rafficae mi preoccupo quando spariscono non c'è malignità non ci si critica e qui l'invidia, no,non entrerà Mi fermo a Fandalism resto su Fandalism perchè su Fandalism ci siete voi Vieni su Fandalism ti aspetto a Fandalism perchè su Fandalism...ci siamo noi!!!!Ehi!! Ci sono anch'io!! Monica Bergo
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Written and composed by me, played by me and my friend Laurent Prudent! Scritta e composta da me, suonata da me e dal mio amico Laurent Prudent! THE TALE THAT DOES NOT EXIST A book of history that does not exist pages fills my mind and I alone invented characters its plot and its twists and a part for me too I immerse myself in this strange dimension but the book probably already had a master I wanted to be queen 'm just a gypsy and I'm still watching before me, ladies and queens I seem graceful ballerinas I look at these colored rags are dirty and unkempt because they speak to me I wanted white sheets to rewrite reality meeting the same fate here and it is not fair, I'm not going so I delete my destiny and undress these cloths my and clothe me of those dreams I have not ever lived and I always run so strong and never stop I do not know and if I have to incontrar death I will say "not now" there is this melody that explodes I do not know where it will lead in this tale faded I try another identity Among these pages my uncertainty find myself my insecurity I do not love my body, its strange needs debase the soul and clouded dreams I do not show that the best profile for every lie an angel in heaven dies and tearing the pages of my life rewrite history, I give infinite What remains after the existence suspended in a book I seek the essence in me that there is no I want to tell you a secret but you have to keep it to yourself (swear it) in the real world that does not exist here I can not find a place for me I'm not going back no farther back and want to know why in this fable that does not exist Prince is right for me and I play it for my man here that does not exist and will be 'with me in this beautiful but sad fairy tale I will dance with him above my roof dotted with stars and then brillerò like a tear on her skin tell the stories of fairies and elves in love I will protect him as you do with the things most dear if he were here but then the story takes another form (dream come true) and the gypsy suddenly turns (you're not happy, why?) is a queen and lives in a castle with damask clothes and servants at his side you know that dreams lose their charm (you want your life) if you want them too long (and this is not you) fight to see them realized but once conquered do not know to appreciate more path in my kingdom desolate (yet only) I want it only my dress (and your identity) clown and unrepentant dreamer with music in their hearts and a tear that goes walk barefoot in this life I have nothing in my pockets I only have a soul that vibrates, I will not be ashamed gypsy and then I'll be a clown a storyteller and henceforth I will accept this life of mine and all the defects of my in this limbo that is my world I still rock you thousand photos in timeless I shall recognize and if there was another life I could choose I would say: "a gypsy musician" and still would love .... Here closes the curtain sick in this book, none has existed vanish principles, the elves and fairies ends my flight, wings burned brought a lot of grief with inconstancy the sad souls do not follow the dance and close the doors of this existence but these notes can not stay without fairies, the ladies with the Knights I remain queen of a kingdom that gypsy here there is no ... Monica Bergo LA FAVOLA CHE NON ESISTE Un libro dalla storia inesistente le pagine le riempie la mia mente e invento io da sola i personaggi la sua trama ed i suoi intrecci e una parte anche per me mi immergo in questa strana dimensione ma il libro forse aveva già un padrone io che volevo essere regina sono solo una gitana e me ne sto ferma a guardare davanti a me le dame e le regine mi paiono aggraziate ballerine io guardo questi stracci colorati sono sporchi e trasandati perchè parlano di me io che volevo fogli bianchi per riscrivere realtà ritrovo qui la stessa sorte e non è giusto, non mi va così cancello il mio destino e svesto questi panni miei e mi rivesto di quei sogni che non ho vissuto mai e corro sempre così forte e fermarmi mai non so e se incontrar dovrò la morte le dirò "per ora no" c'è questa melodia che esplode e non so dove porterà in questa favola sbiadita cerco un'altra identità Tra queste pagine la mia incertezza ritrovo me stessa la mia insicurezza non amo il mio corpo, i suoi strani bisogni sviliscono l'anima e annebbiano i sogni io che non mostro il profilo migliore per ogni bugia in cielo un angelo muore e strappo le pagine della mia vita riscrivo la storia, la rendo infinita cosa rimane dopo l'esistenza sospesa in un libro ricerco l'essenza in me che non c'è voglio svelarti un segreto ma devi tenerlo per te (giuralo) nel mondo reale che qui non esiste non trovo più un posto per me io no non torno più indietro e vuoi sapere il perchè in questa favola che non esiste c'è il principe giusto per me ed io suonerò per il mio uomo che qui non esiste e sara' con me in questa favola bella ma triste con lui danzerò sopra il mio tetto trapunto di stelle e poi brillerò come una lacrima sulla sua pelle gli racconterò storie di fate e di elfi in amore lo proteggerò come si fa con le cose più care se lui fosse qua ma poi la storia assume un'altra forma ( si avvera il sogno) e la gitana a un tratto si trasforma (non sei felice, perchè?) è una regina e vive in un castello con vestiti damascati e servitori accanto a sè si sa che i sogni perdono l'incanto (vuoi la tua vita) se li hai desiderati troppo a lungo ( e questa non sei tu) combatti per vederli realizzati ma una volta conquistati non li sai apprezzare più cammino nel mio regno desolato (sei ancora sola) rivoglio solamente il mio vestito (e la tua identità) di clown impenitente e sognatore con la musica nel cuore e una lacrima che va cammino scalza in questa vita nelle mie tasche niente ho ho solo un'anima che vibra , non me ne vergognerò sarò gitana e poi pagliaccio un cantastorie e d'ora in poi accetterò questa mia vita e tutti quei difetti miei in questo limbo che è il mio mondo ancora io mi cullerò in mille foto senza tempo riconoscermi saprò e se ci fosse un'altra vita potessi scegliere direi: "una gitana musicista" ed ancora la amerei.... Ecco si chiude il sipario malato in questo mio libro nessuno è esistito svaniscono principi, gli elfi e le fate finisce il mio volo, le ali bruciate lutti portati con molta incostanza delle anime tristi non seguo la danza e chiudo le porte di questa esistenza ma di queste note non posso star senza le fate, le dame con i cavalieri rimango regina,gitana di un regno che qui non c'è... Monica Bergo
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My collaboration with the talented Melani Cholie! La mia collaborazione con la bravissima Melani Cholie A song from Monica Bergo, melody and lyrics from Melani Cholie. Played by Monica and sung by Melani.
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In his show the brilliant Robert Getz's about my music, the music of Hungary's talented - Hyl, Canada's - Megan Landry, United Kingdom's - Singapore and Mal Fry's - Cindy Tong ... I am very happy and excited for this! Thanks Robert!
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Milano, Italy
Good Morning! my new music with the accompaniment of my friend Laurent prudent! Hugs! THE ALCHEMIST Flames in the dark sparkle echoes of voices whispering say about you you sell useless dreams tell me that are too fragile Is shutting the day about this city the lights of different realities and time dilates begins another life is the tacit reminder a sad tribe firefly that you shine can you tell me where I am looking for the alchemist I see you from my eyes rimmed nothing on the wide open I am full of fear and resemble your and here he is your circus I expect to have not much has changed a lifetime ago you do not, you're not old a Peter Pan sick who is serving his sins in the lives of others clown you have ever so many equilibristi tired hovering always between dream and reality and like a cat I see in the dark and above the waste to me slowly and then die the crisis and then the anxiety that imperfect woman I do not stand it anymore That I have never been a daughter your promise of another family and this need for love that tortures and kills me while I brush her ​​long hair from your hands rise up crystals lights that dazzle explode inside as if by magic now I belong to you snakes tattooed on your hips lean us we float in the sea of time how do I exist? always or yesterday I do not remember but only mysteries man you did, and I kid abracadabra, as before I am tired and old and you still a child us travelers in a phony time and while I explore the emptiness inside me nothing is sweeter than this torment you prepares the potion the right proportion of antidote and poison .... but you put more passion My animal instinct and add a little 'of gall for those who hurt me Mix everything well only you know what to do and seals well the heart I can not serve evil plots to the right with fumes and vapors ampoules almost full please let me drink but you can not and I am here while I look for the courage to live we like vampires broken by the wind sighs arms forward, dead eyes alchemist untie my torments you like a zombie ready to sink your teeth into that fascinates me and scares alchemist turn off my complaints .... but you can not and I am here prisoner of your invisible world and there is a new day about this city Milan is colored with its activities shorten the shadows the sun shines and a veil hiding now all its vices. and my pace is tired, the face a little 'more haggard immense emptiness inside and where are you? I run a long time and I do not know where I'm going I look back, I stumble and then I fall slow path between the weary souls alive but in a state of apparent death rips the soul and on my clothes I have no tattoos, only scars and how does the salt on the wounds I burn at the memory of bad choices Iron bars are closed echoes of voices deafen say about you that you no longer have a tear tell me which are a free woman ... Monica Bergo L'ALCHIMISTA Fiamme nel buio scintillano echi di voci bisbigliano dicono di te che vendi sogni inutili dicono di me che sono troppo fragile Si sta spegnendo il giorno su questa città si accendono le luci su diverse realtà e il tempo si dilata comincia un'altra vita è il tacito richiamo di una triste tribù tu lucciola che brilli sai dirmi dov'è io cerco l'alchimista lo vedi da te dagli occhi miei cerchiati sul nulla spalancati son pieni di paura e somigliano ai tuoi ed eccolo il tuo circo mi aspetti di già non è cambiato molto da una vita fa tu no, non sei invecchiato un Peter Pan malato che sconta i suoi peccati nella vita altrui di clown ne hai sempre tanti equilibristi stanchi in bilico da sempre tra sogno e realtà e come un gatto ci vedo anche al buio e sopra i rifiuti mi adagio e poi muoio le crisi e poi l'ansia che donna imperfetta non mi sopporto più Io che non sono mai stata una figlia la tua promessa di un'altra famiglia e questo bisogno d'amore che strazia e mi ucciderà 1)mentre mi spazzoli i lunghi capelli dalle tue mani si levan cristalli luci che abbagliano esplodono dentro come d'incanto ora io ti appartengo serpi tatuate sui magri tuoi fianchi noi galleggiamo nel mare dei tempi da quanto esisto? da sempre o da ieri non ho ricordi ma solo misteri tu uomo fatto, ed io ragazzina abracadabra, tutto come prima io stanca e vecchia e tu ancora fanciullo noi viaggiatori in un tempo fasullo e mentre esploro quel vuoto che ho dentro nulla è più dolce di questo tormento tu prepara la pozione la giusta proporzione di antidoto e veleno.... ma tu metti più passione l'istinto mio animale e aggiungi un po' di fiele per chi mi ha fatto male miscela tutto bene tu solo sai che fare e sigilla bene il cuore a me non può servire il male intrecci al bene con fumi e con vapori ampolle quasi piene ti prego fammi bere ma non puoi e rimango qua mentre cerco il coraggio di vivere noi come vampiri fiato rotto dai sospiri braccia avanti, occhi spenti alchimista sciogli i miei tormenti tu come uno zombie pronto ad affondare i denti che mi affascini e spaventi alchimista spegni i miei lamenti.... ma non puoi e rimango qua prigioniera del tuo mondo invisibile e nasce un nuovo giorno su questa città Milano si colora con le sue attività si accorciano le ombre il sole che risplende e un velo ora nasconde tutti i vizi suoi. ed il mio passo è stanco, il viso un po' più smunto immenso il vuoto dentro e tu dove sei? corro da sempre e non so dove vado mi guardo indietro, inciampo e poi cado lenta cammino tra le anime stanche viva ma in stato di morte apparente strappi nell'anima e sui miei vestiti non ho tatuaggi , solo cicatrici e come il sale fa sulle ferite brucio al ricordo di scelte sbagliate Sbarre di ferro si chiudono echi di voci che assordano dicono di te che non hai più una lacrima dicono di me che sono donna libera... 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I'm happy! Cj Berry has orchestrated this my music, which for me is the most important of all, thus realizing a dream that seemed unattainable. Thank you so much for this great gift Cj Berry, I thank the wonderful site that is Fandalism which allows musicians to know, appreciate and to collaborate and finally .... thank you if you listen ... Orchestrated by Cj Berry, written and composed by me, dedicated to my sister ... "The missing link"... Sono felice!! perchè Cj Berry ha orchestrato questa mia musica, che per me è la più importante di tutte, realizzando così un sogno che sembrava irraggiungibile. Ringrazio tanto Cj Berry per questo grande regalo, ringrazio quel meraviglioso sito che è Fandalism che permette ai musicisti di conoscersi, apprezzarsi e collaborare ed infine....ringrazio voi se ascolterete...Orchestrata da Cj Berry, scritta e composta da me, dedicata a mia sorella, "L'anello mancante"... THE MISSING LINK I often still get surprised looking for you between people in a gesture in an instant in an evasive shadow lying and pretending than inside me nothing is missing a pathetic clown always happy and smiley where are you? where are you? my sweet missing ring you will come back to fill my mind I step back once again and I am limbing next to you hand in hand resigned, while the grey was oppressing for the two of us at every awakening a battle would start I pushed that moment back I didn't wanna be awake but you always protected me even from a cruel child my fearless sister so storng and independent you used to talk to me about guys and how to kiss them I used to blush and my heart beating fast I will look for and call my missing ring and you will answer with the same silence used to ask me if you were beautiful with that storng make up on you looked like a sad Pierrot tired of being avoided you were uncomofortable and people used to push you away many ignorant hypocrits looking like saints and again the two of us together in the open abyss me climbing up slowly but you remain behind I give you my hand but your destiny was written you fall down deep and far in that damned hell it will shine, it will shine my missing ring I will show it proudly to the people and you flew away in that boiling July the freeze inside my heart you, unconscous and paralyzed and for your last travel few hopeless people "for the life she used to live it's better that she s gone" and for your last travel few hopeless people "for the life she used to live it's better that she s gone" but they know nothing about it about your unheard shout of my diamonds ring dropped in the mud freedom is a meaningless word oh you, bling and deaf butterfly your wings are now open you will fly, I will fly and I will delete the distance I will find my missing ring.. Monica Bergo L'anello mancante Mi sorprendo ancora spesso a cercarti tra la gente basta un gesto, un solo istante, una sagoma sfuggente io che mento e faccio finta che dentro me non manchi niente che patetico pagliaccio sempre allegro e sorridente Dove sei? Dove sei? dolce anello mancante tornarai per riempirmi la mente Faccio ancora un passo indietro e sono in bilico al tuo fianco noi per meno, rassegnate mentre il grigio era opprimente per noi 2 ad ogni risveglio cominciava una battaglia rimandavo quel momento non volevo essere sveglia ma mi proteggevi sempre anche da un bimbo prepotente la mia impavida sorella così forte e indipendente mi parlavi dei ragazzi e come fare per baciare io arrossivo di vergogna e mi batteva forte il cuore Cercherò, chiamerò il mio anello mancante risponderai col silenzio di sempre Mi chiedevi se eri bella con quel trucco esagerato mi sembravi un Pierrot triste stanco di essere evitato eri scomoda e la gente ti teneva un po' a distanza quanti ipocriti ignoranti santi solo all'apparenza e poi ancora noi 2 insieme nell'abisso spalancato io che poi risalgo piano ma tu no, rimani indietro io che tendo la mia mano ma per te oramai era scritto vai giù in fondo ,più lontano in quell'inferno maledetto Brillerà, brillerà il mio anello mancante lo mostrerò orgogliosa alla gente e volasti via lontano in quel luglio soffocante il mio gelo dentro al cuore tu lì immobile e incosciente e per l'ultimo tuo viaggio poca gente rassegnata "per la vita che faceva, meglio che se ne sia andata" Ma cosa ne sanno loro del tuo grido inascoltato del mio anello di diamanti che nel fango poi è caduto libertà è una parola che non ha un significato tu farfalla cieca e sola le tue ali ora hai spiegato Volerai, volerò e annullerò le distanze ritroverò il mio anello mancante... Monica Bergo
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Good evening friends Fandalism! You help me with this competition in which I am participating with some viewing on youtube and some comments (possibly cute ha ha)? But thank you, kiss! Buonasera amici di Fandalism! Mi aiutereste con questo concorso a cui sto partecipando con qualche visualizzazione su youtube e qualche commento (possibilmente carino ah ah)? Ma grazie, bacio!!
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Monica Bergo - Piano
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Milano, Italy
My friend Laurent Prudent me again accompanied by his talent and his wonderful guitar in this song written and composed by me, the voice of my daughter Eleanor, I hope you like it! Il mio amico Laurent Prudent mi ha di nuovo accompagnato con il suo talento e la sua stupenda chitarra in questo pezzo scritto e composto da me, la voce è di mia figlia Eleonora, spero vi piaccia! HOW TO DANTE I'd recognize anywhere and among millions thine eyes when will my time I certainly find myself my soul rebel that more chains will not over time and distances Your light will follow and as Dante I'll start from the bottom deeper than hell between the screams of the damned between moans and sins between greedy and slothful but you're not here I feel that changes and transforms the essence takes shape love transfigures remove the fear I find you, I swear I'll take you with me memories and images in my mind 2 of us in the excerpt of apparent life us that we were forged in hell a tear for us and sins 100 I do not watch that, and I do not think I do not feel rest and peace that you have reached and then all of a sudden seems to me your face We are in hell, for me it is heaven .... we rush wrists tied, I do not care you squeeze to hurt me think of me strong and my colors will see her was the death but you can turn me on ridipingermi and then I'll be what you want as in life if you want me to wind I breath and bad I will comfort I want pink perfume the air and sboccerò and as Dante told we are Paolo and Francesca 2 doves and then just and find the joy of living smile revive fight to take back what in life we ​​never had happiness that everyone is looking for and chase and then expect strange to say but I find it here the flames in hell Dante like that one day for that 'dark forest left dance, dance white souls purgatory are never tired why the hell is a real torture but it is the paradise that is more frightening Dante and Virgil but without I try to make one of my best because Charon accept my toll I'll hide my love and now we are already traveling This crazy and strange mind that does not give me rest has no limits or boundaries and fear a little 'me is my curse as a mark on the skin but as he finally said Dante I go out to see the stars that day will come and then, I swear I look for you and bring you to a safe place Please remember only my face and will not be hell will be paradise ... Monica Bergo COME DANTE Riconoscerei dovunque e tra milioni gli occhi tuoi quando finirà il mio tempo certo ti ritroverei la mia anima ribelle che più catene non avrà oltre il tempo e le distanze la tua luce seguirà e come Dante comincerò dal fondo l'inferno più profondo tra le urla dei dannati tra gemiti e peccati tra avari ed accidiosi ma tu non sei qui sento che cambia e si trasforma l'essenza prende forma l'amore trasfigura rimuovo la paura ti trovo, te lo giuro con me ti porto ricordi e immagini nella mia mente noi 2 in quello stralcio di vita apparente noi che all'inferno siam stati forgiati per noi una lacrima e 100 peccati io che non guardo, non credo e non sento tu che riposi e la pace hai raggiunto e poi d'un tratto mi appare il tuo viso siamo all'inferno , per me è il paradiso.... noi precipitiamo polsi legati, non m'importa tu stringi fino a farmi male pensami forte e i miei colori rivedrai fu la morte a trasformarmi ma tu puoi ridipingermi e poi sarò ciò che vorrai come in vita se mi vuoi vento io soffio e il male lenirò mi vuoi rosa profumo l'aria e sboccerò e come Dante narrò siamo Paolo e Francesca 2 colombe e poi basta e ritrovo la gioia di vivere sorridere rinascere combattere per riprendere ciò che in vita noi non abbiamo mai avuto la felicità che tutti cercano e rincorrono e poi aspettano strano a dirsi ma io la trovo qua tra le fiamme all'inferno come Dante che un giorno per quell' oscura selva partì danzano, danzano anime bianche del purgatorio non sono mai stanche perchè l'inferno è una vera tortura ma è il paradiso che fa più paura e come Dante ma senza Virgilio cerco da sola di far del mio meglio perchè Caronte accetti il mio pedaggio celo il mio amore e ora siamo già in viaggio Folle e strana questa mente che riposo non mi dà non ha limiti o confini e paura un po' mi fa è la mia maledizione come un marchio sulla pelle ma come disse infine Dante esco a riveder le stelle verrà quel giorno ed allora, ti giuro ti cerco e ti porto in un posto sicuro ti prego ricorda soltanto il mio viso e non sarà inferno sarà paradiso... Monica Bergo
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Monica Bergo - Piano
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Milano, Italy
A song written and composed by me with the help of my friend Laurent, who has improved a lot with his guitar! Un pezzo scritto e composto da me con la collaborazione del mio amico Laurent, che lo ha migliorato moltissimo con la sua chitarra! ENCHANTED As if by magic stop your time change your world and you are no longer here As the snow that descends and lands the mind rests from its depths There were not flowers in your garden I love the smell and you flew away like the phoenix you cancel and arise you invent memories to run away from ... Go, dreams can you are allowed six in dreams anything and everything And you're small, fragile and peace have not Think how many sins and you can not pray While touches people who knows where it goes you walk in this city nothing but you're blind butterfly and you can not fly and stumble, stagger, Sfiorisci in .. dust you are white but have not purity and innocence that I would while the dark you do not want to leave more You can create the charm closed by the wind howl in you invents a place that there is no story already read that your there is no color nor poetry only the numbness who knows that two days are alike will slaves of the dark ... are you awake Come on, you gotta go the time is running out so small, fragile maybe you're not you've found the courage and do not want to die that blind butterfly the way he now knows the running after and find your identity shadow in the mirror fogged goes away Keep to close the light and remember that the magic is inside us Now you can pray if you want it ... Monica Bergo COME D'INCANTO Come d'incanto fermi il tuo tempo cambi il tuo mondo e non sei più qui Come la neve che scende e si posa la mente riposa dai suoi abissi Non c'eran fiori nel tuo giardino ne ami il profumo e sei volata via come fenice ti annulli e risorgi ti inventi i ricordi per scappare via da... Vai, sogna puoi ti è concesso nei sogni sei niente e tutto E sei piccola, fragile e pace non hai pensi ai tanti peccati e pregare non puoi Mentre sfiori la gente che sa dove va tu cammini nel niente di questa città ma sei cieca farfalla e volare non puoi ed inciampi , barcolli, sfiorisci nella.. polvere sei bianca ma non hai la purezza ed il candore che vorrei mentre il buio non ti vuol lasciare più l'incanto puoi crearlo tu dai fiato all'urlo chiuso in te inventa un posto che non c'è storia già letta quella tua non c'è colore nè poesia solo il torpore di chi sa che un giorno uguale all'altro avrà schiavi del buio... sei sveglia dai ,devi andare il tempo sta per finire così piccola, fragile forse non sei hai trovato il coraggio e morire non vuoi quella cieca farfalla la strada ora sa la rincorri e ritrovi la tua identità nello specchio quell'ombra appannata va via tienti stretta alla luce e ricorda che l'incanto è dentro di noi ora puoi pregare se lo vuoi... Monica Bergo
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My friend Laurent Prudent really made me a wonderful gift, collaborating with his talent as a guitarist at the first music I've composed. Thank you Laurent, for the emotion!! AN ANGEL HIPPIE It was there abandoned sad not fly more Around us mud and horror "If you seek love there is ... Come here, close to me, you're scared , I know, here the faith will not save you But you can fly away I do not understand why dirty your beautiful colors down here . " "I'm here is because I was looking for you , right here where it all began I'm here to appease the evil that Christmas gives birth to .... you ... Search , look into the past deals with everything that has been destroy all ghosts Defeat your fears remove dark areas walk all the way returns, with me close , then long gone , are you ready? now we fly you and I. " Around us screams and greyness " Tell me where is the love ... you feel it too ? Today is Christmas but here there is no peace away from here away from here I want my reality " I open my eyes and you are not there more as I try to grasp your memory that disappears between your hands down I ... Monica Bergo UN ANGELO HIPPIE E stava lì abbandonato triste non volava più Intorno a noi fango ed orrore "Se cerchi amore non c'è... Vieni qui, stretto a me, hai paura , lo so, qui la fede non ti salverà Ma tu puoi volar via non capisco perchè sporchi i tuoi bei colori quaggiù". "Sono qui perchè è te che cercavo, proprio qui dove tutto iniziò sono qui per placare quel male che il Natale fa nascere in.... te... Cerca , cerca nel passato affronta tutto ciò che è stato distruggi ogni fantasma sconfiggi le tue paure rimuovi le zone oscure percorri tutto il cammino ritorna , con me vicino, a quel tempo ormai lontano, sei pronta? ora voliamo io e te" Intorno a noi urla e grigiore "dimmi l'amore dov'è... senti anche tu? oggi è Natale ma qui la pace non c'è via di qua via di qua voglio la mia realtà" apro gli occhi e tu non ci sei più mentre cerco di afferrare il tuo ricordo che scompare tra le mani la tua piuma ho... Monica Bergo
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Scritta, suonata e composta da me! NEMESIS Enter the room of my consciousness disorder that incredible I rummage in the drawers where I keep suffering and the indelible memories powder that smells of regret cobwebs covering my time recompose pieces of life but I'm here for you fleeting shadow and I reflect on my face inside you my nemesis my alter ego I reflect and six dark spectrum and then the imperfect and the unsaid I'll leave you to be my soul Black and tears if you destroy my image it matters little your door finally remains open step and the boundary between dream and real stumbling among people in my funeral those who cry those who laugh is my carnival I look at them from above spectral profile rush to the bottom , into the void inside me nobody hugs me I caress the silence slow motion of a film without more viewers closes the curtain of the outside world and .... the snow falls .... that cold it is for this actress without identity I escape from the cold of my uncertainties but there is no refuge to save me from her that is heat but it hurts is my animal instinct I'm alone in this storm but certainly not regret your mood swings your love sterile without even survive my nemesis now dominates careful, arrives for you she destroys you , crushes you is cruel and wild and then she'll laugh in your face and sitting here next to my river I'm waiting for steps here naked and without arrogance I'll never quite this dance that gives me joy and in the darkness I move safe and stealth ( what are you? ) I'm not afraid of anything and I feel bad (six lost now) anime dance to the beat of their sins (you like us) in this limbo regret my past days ( and so you will be ) wind and storm this is not just the rumble of thunder I do not understand where I stand and goes upwind and sharpens my torment I hunger for the sun nemesis can not dominate more here is my nemesis is stronger than ever and I know that is reaching and it is she who does not know never stop half is lady of vice and deception takes possession of me exhausts me because does not accept the peace that I have inside balance has not I waver ago and contradicts what I have achieved tell me that vanish dream as the light of dawn and you'll be inside of me a memory clouded by time I leave the room of my consciousness it is impossible to make order Strange those drawers not only affected but something implacable Nemesis is no longer your time now that your fire has shut down and be reborn in the enchantment of words and music food for the soul .. Monica Bergo LA NEMESI Entro nella stanza della mia coscienza che disordine incredibile frugo nei cassetti dove tengo affetti e i ricordi incancellabili polvere che sa di rimpianto ragnatele coprono il mio tempo ricompongo pezzi di vita ma sono qui per te ombra fuggevole e rifletto il viso mio dentro te la mia nemesi alter ego mio mi rispecchi e sei spettro oscuro e poi l'imperfetto e il non detto lascerò che tu sia la mia anima nera e lacera se distruggerai la mia immagine poco importa la tua porta finalmente resta aperta e passo il confine tra sogno e reale inciampo tra gente nel mio funerale chi piange chi ride è il mio carnevale li guardo dall'alto profilo spettrale precipito in fondo, nel vuoto che ho dentro nessuno mi abbraccia accarezzo il silenzio slow motion di un film senza più spettatori si chiude il sipario del mondo di fuori e.... ....cade la neve che freddo che fa per quest'attrice senza identità scappo dal gelo delle mie incertezze ma non c'è rifugio che mi salvi da lei che è calore ma fa male è l'istinto mio animale sono sola in questa tempesta ma di certo non rimpiangerò i tuoi sbalzi d'umore il tuo sterile amore anche senza sopravviverò la mia nemesi ormai spadroneggia stai attento, arriva per te lei ti annienta , ti schiaccia è crudele e selvaggia e poi in faccia lei ti riderà e seduta qui in riva al mio fiume sto aspettando che passi di qua nudo e senza arroganza non ne avrò mai abbastanza questa danza che gioia mi dà e dentro il buio mi muovo sicura e furtiva (che cosa sei?) non ho paura di niente e mi sento cattiva (sei perduta ormai) anime danzano al ritmo dei loro peccati (tu come noi) in questo limbo rinnego i miei giorni passati (e così sarai) vento e tempesta non sono questa e basta il rombo di un tuono io non capisco più da che parte sto e va controvento e acuisce il mio tormento ho fame di sole la nemesi non può dominarmi più la mia nemesi è qui è più forte che mai e lo so che mi sta raggiungendo ed è lei che non sa mai fermarsi a metà è signora del vizio e l'inganno s'impossessa di me mi sfinisce perchè non accetta la pace che ho dentro equilibrio non ha vacillare mi fa e vanifica ciò che ho raggiunto dimmi che svanirai come sogno alle luci dell'alba e sarai dentro me un ricordo offuscato dal tempo esco dalla stanza della mia coscienza fare ordine è impossibile strani quei cassetti non soltanto affetti ma qualcosa di implacabile nemesi non è più il tuo tempo oramai quel fuoco tuo si è spento e rinascerò nell'incanto di parole e musica cibo dell'anima.. 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Scritta, suonata e composta da me! spero vi piaccia! IL MONDO CHE NON C'E' (SENZA FISSA DIMORA) Come fece Dante un giorno all'inferno e dopo torno giù nel mondo che non c'è In pezzi di ghiaccio è ridotto il tuo cuore cammini, cammini e non pensi al dolore di cose perdute carezze negate del freddo che senti e ti annebbia la mente a cosa ti aggrappi e dove stai andando è buia la notte e tu pensi soltanto che chiudere gli occhi sarebbe morire in questa stazione potrebbe finire la vita la gioia ma quale? futura e quello che hai dentro ti rende più dura ti specchi e rifletti nel vuoto degli altri li guardi negli occhi precipiti , annaspi è questa la vita nel mondo che non c'è e intanto rincorri una cieca farfalla e intanto ripensi a una fiaba mai letta e sogni le risa i giochi e gli amici ritorna speranza di giorni felici ognuno sta dentro il suo mondo malato e il bene che cerchi non c'è ,è perduto solo ombre in agguato mentre la luna brilla ma non è sempre quella qui nel mondo che non c'è e mentre ti perdi in mille miserie e poi ti incammini nel nulla che attende se sfiori la gente, si affretta e si offende e allunga quel passo che sa dove va non guardi, non osi non speri e non credi e cade la neve e intanto tu preghi che quel dio distratto si accorga che esista un mondo più in fondo che luce non ha ma l'anima tua non è ancora morta ti stringi a te stessa e apri la porta che va verso il mondo che fuori risplende c'è ancora scintilla d'amore che attende ed ecco che viene, che sorge l'incanto il fiore rinasce, timore e sgomento calore che nutre è sole che splende, e con i suoi raggi protegge, difende e mentre ti specchi col sole negli occhi e mentre ripensi al buio di prima c'è quella ragazza che dentro la notte sorride, si volta e poi se ne va la guardi finchè non è un'ombra lontana ti volti e rispondi alla vita che chiama Come fece Dante un giorno all'inferno e dopo torno giù nel mondo che non c'è.. Monica Bergo THE WORLD THAT THERE ' ( HOMELESS ) How did Dante one day to hell and back after down in the world that there is no In pieces of ice is reduced to your heart walk, walk and not think about the pain of lost things caresses denied you feel the cold you and clouds the mind what you hold and where you're going is dark at night and you think only who close their eyes would die at this station could end up life the joy but which one? future and what you have inside makes you tougher you mirrors and reflect in the void of the other look them in the eyes precipitate , Reel this is the life in the world that there is no and while running after a butterfly blind and meanwhile look back on a story you've ever read dreams and laughter games and friends returns the hope of happy days everyone is in his sick world and the good looking there is not, is lost only shadows lurking while the moon shines but it is not always that here in the world that there is no and while you get lost in a thousand miseries and then you walk into the nothingness that awaits if it touches people , hurries and gets offended and lengthens the step that knows where it goes do not look , do not you dare I do not hope and do not believe and the snow falls and while you pray that this god distracted to notice that there a world that is at the bottom that light has no but your soul is not dead yet you hold yourself and open the door that goes to the world that shines out there is still a spark of love that waits and here it comes , that is the charm the flower is reborn , fear and dismay heat that feeds sun is shining, with its rays and protects , defends and while you mirror with the sun in her eyes and when you look back in the dark before there's that girl in the night smiles , turns and then it goes look at it until it is a distant shadow you turn around and answer to the life that calls How did Dante a day to hell and back after down in the world that there is .. Monica Bergo
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Buonasera!! ho composto una nuova musica ed una nuova canzone e sarei felice se l'ascoltaste. La voc... read moreina... read more.. all'interno del pezzo è di mia figlia , siate buoni vi prego! Good evening! I have composed a new music and a new song and I would be happy if you listened. The little voice inside of the piece is of my daughter, be good please! Hug! TUTTO COME PRIMA Fiore stanco pieghi il capo foto nel marmo scolpito triste odore di passato lungo il tuo viale alberato quanta pace in questo posto dove te ne stai nascosto ragnatele sul tuo tempoe profumo di rimpianto mentre sfioro il tuo bel viso mi domando chi ha deciso che il tuo tempo si fermasse e che per te tutto finisse Io menestrello del mio tempo mille favole racconto cronache scritte a matita storie di vita vissuta favola oramai finita guida ancora le mie dita trova note e poi l'incanto per disperderle nel vento c'era un re innamorato da incantesimo stregato con la folle sua regina e torna tutto come prima lì nascosto in un cantuccio c'è un patetico pagliaccio guardo meglio è una bambina e torna tutto come prima Tu clownche vorresti fare? Il re vuoi avvicinare e poi gli vuoi raccontare del suo inquinato cuore ma luinon si fa toccare e tu falla divertire sorridi e non ti stancare continua la tua......danza, nel vuoto e nel silenzio sospeso dentro il tempo per la tua regina e torna tutto come prima prima del tuo salto vuoi volare in alto Icaro sbandato nel vuoto sei caduto fa troppo rumore il battito del cuore rimbombaqui dentro nel vuoto e nel silenzio no,non mi amerainè ora nè mai e resto appesa all'ultimo dolore lei ti plagierà e si insinuerà nella tua mente fino a farti male ma ioinvisibile agli occhi tuoi e vorrei abbracciarti, non vuoi vorrei raccontarti ciò che di me non sai e poisu altalene di fantasia la mia mano stretta alla tua voleremo in alto dove lei non c'è se vuoi io per te mi rinventerò e potrei piacerti lo so ma con il tuo sguardo mi hai già rispostoe di nascosto me ne andrò.. non passa l'invernoil freddo sembra eterno il sole qui muore si affaccia e poi scompare C'era una volta o c'è ancora chissà un menestrello che una corte più non ha e non è di nessuno e nessun lo fermerà mentre chiude quella porta il re lo cancellerà Abracadabra qui nel regno mio niente carezze, nessun bacio dell' addio il mio nome nella storia è stato scritto a matita per poterlo cancellare da una pagina sbiadita la mente ha i suoi tarlie tu non puoi guarirli passato, presente e lei che regna ovunque pagine della tua vita scorrono tra le mie dita per un re stanco e malato che un lieto fine non ha avuto l'incantesimo è spezzato e quel velo ormai è caduto si fa strada in lui il rimpianto e il menestrello vorrebbe accanto burattino innamoratodai tuoi fili ormai slegato cercherai la tua bambina e non c'è nulla come prima nei tuoi occhi c'è il tramonto ma io sono qui al tuo fianco un papà e la sua bambina e non c'è nulla come.... prima..... fa troppo rumore il battito del cuore... Monica Bergo ALL AS BEFORE Flower tired bend the head photos in carved marble sad smell of the past your long tree-lined avenue how much peace in this place where you stand hidden cobwebs on your time and the scent of regret infinity while your pretty face I wonder who decided that your time would stop and for you all to be over I minstrel of my time tell a thousand stories chronicles written in pencil real-life stories story now over still driving my fingers is known , then the enchantment to disperse in the wind there was a king in love to spell bewitched with the crazy Queen 's and go back to business as usual there tucked away in a corner There is a pathetic clown I look better is a little girl and go back to business as usual You clowns what would you do? The king want to bring and then you want to tell of his polluted heart but he do not touch flaw and you have fun smile and do not tire continue your ... dance ... in the void and silence suspended in time for your queen and go back to business as usual before your leap do you want to fly high Icarus drifter you have fallen on deaf ears makes too much noise the heartbeat rumbles here into emptiness and silence no, do not love me now or never and hanging on to the last rest pain she'll plagierà and will creep in your mind up to hurt you but I invisible to your eyes and I want to hug you, you do not want I would like to tell me what you do not know and then on swings fantasy my hand close to your 'll soar at the top where she is not there if you want to I to you I rinventerò I like and I know but with your eyes I 've already answered and hidden I'll go .. does not pass the winter the cold seems eternal here the sun dies faces and then disappears Once upon a time there or even who knows a minstrel that a court has no more and is not nobody and no one will stop him while closing the door the king will delete abracadabra here in my Kingdom nothing caresses, no kiss of ' farewell my name in history was written in pencil to be able to delete from a faded page the mind has its woodworm and you can not heal past, present and she who reigns everywhere pages of your life flowing through my fingers for a re tired and sick that a happy ending has not had the spell is broken and now the veil has fallen makes its way into him regret and the minstrel would next puppet love now disconnected from your wireless seek your child and there is nothing like first there is the sunset in your eyes but I'm here by your side a daddy and his little girl and there is nothing like before .... ..... makes too much noise the heartbeat ...
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Un angelo hippie (cantato da Alessandra e Nicholas) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ A few months ago I was contacted by two boys who have asked me to sing my "An angel hippie." Dream of becoming singers and they were excited to go on youtube. Yes, it is true, maybe they were not perfectly in time and perhaps also out of tune, but who am I to disappoint their expectations or break their dreams? after an afternoon of testing, during which never gave signs of fatigue (I can not say the same of myself ...) here it is! Qualche mese fa sono stata contattata da 2 ragazzini che mi hanno chiesto di cantare la mia "Un angelo hippie". Sognano di diventare cantanti ed erano emozionati all'idea di andare su youtube. Sì, è vero, forse non erano perfettamente a tempo e forse hanno anche stonato, ma chi sono io per deludere le loro aspettative o infrangere i loro sogni? dopo un pomeriggio di prove ,durante le quali non hanno dato mai segni di stanchezza (lo stesso non posso dire di me stessa...) ecco qua! UN ANGELO HIPPIE E stava lì abbandonato triste non volava più Intorno a noi fango ed orrore "Se cerchi amore non c'è... Vieni qui, stretto a me, hai paura , lo so, qui la fede non ti salverà Ma tu puoi volar via non capisco perchè sporchi i tuoi bei colori quaggiù". "Sono qui perchè è te che cercavo, proprio qui dove tutto iniziò sono qui per placare quel male che il Natale fa nascere in.... te... Cerca , cerca nel passato affronta tutto ciò che è stato distruggi ogni fantasma sconfiggi le tue paure rimuovi le zone oscure percorri tutto il cammino ritorna , con me vicino, a quel tempo ormai lontano, sei pronta? ora voliamo io e te" Intorno a noi urla e grigiore "dimmi l'amore dov'è... senti anche tu? oggi è Natale ma qui la pace non c'è via di qua via di qua voglio la mia realtà" apro gli occhi e tu non ci sei più mentre cerco di afferrare il tuo ricordo che scompare tra le mani la tua piuma ho... Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Le streghe ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Scritta, suonata e composta da me. LE STREGHE Sembrava un giorno così come tanti mi sveglio e gli impegni son già lì pressanti chi chiede, chi chiama han tutti bisogno lasciatemi in pace rivoglio il mio sogno Quest'oggi oggi mi spiace ma non è giornata da questa catene mi sento slegata e corro felice nel folto del bosco raggiungo il mio nido in un posto nascosto Non ho mai paura nel bosco di sera con loro ritrovo la giusta atmosfera e lì intorno al fuoco c'è la mia famiglia la sola, la vera, che più mi assomiglia e nel mio riflesso son scalza e malmessa ma solo così io mi sento me stessa e mentre attendiamo qualcosa succeda le bambole in mano cerchiamo una preda Se nel medioevo ci avevan bruciate più forti e cattive ora siamo tornate tra 1000 pozioni, tra polveri e intrugli noi qui fabbrichiamo gli strani miscugli e balla intorno al fuoco di noi vi importa poco siam brutte ,siam sgraziate siam sporche e spettinate e giro giro tondo c'è un posto in questo mondo dove non ha inportanza l'aspetto e l'apparenza e mentre intoniamo dei canti alla luna uno strano mantra che porti fortuna mi sento osservata perchè lì nascosto c'è lui, mi ha seguito nel folto del bosco mi fermo impietrita ed ora ho paura perchè nulla sa della mia metà oscura e leggo il disprezzo, ce l'ha scritto in viso ed ho il cuore gonfio, di lacrime intriso cosa gli potrei dire vorrei dirgli "non andare" mentre il tempo sembra fermo un istante pare eterno ma chi se ne frega metà donna metà strega se davvero ti interesso forse mi amerai lo stesso... e ti guardo andar via nei miei occhi nostalgia e una lacrima va penso a ciò che non sarà sono attrice consumata dall'identità perduta cerco ovunque la mia parte cambio sempre la mia sorte e ti vedo scomparire dentro me qualcosa muore vorrei un elisir d'amore che ti faccia ritornare eri antidoto e veleno forse posso farne a meno mi ubriaco del ricordo poi mi annullo e già risorgo e danza intorno al fuoco di te m'importa poco sei finto, imborghesito al soldo sei venduto e giro girotondo c'è un uomo in questo mondo che forse potrà amare ciò che non bello appare? Un racconto finto in una storia vera nel mezzo si trova la giusta misura ma noi brutte streghe in questo maltempo il fuoco che brucia ce l'abbiamo dentro che vecchie megere che maleducate a voi non ci siamo nemmen presentate ci son Dulcinea, Cassandra e Vanessa e poi tutte le altre compresa me stessa io sono la strega che narra e che suona vorrei esser cattiva ma, ahimè, sono buona, e se il mio racconto vi avesse annoiato mi scuso e ritorno al mio bosco stregato Monica Bergo WITCHES It seemed like a day as well as many I wake up and there are already pressing commitments who asks callers han all need leave me alone want my dream Today, today I'm sorry but not the day I feel disconnected from this chain I run and happy in the wood I reach my nest in a hidden place I never fear the forest at night their meeting with the right atmosphere and there around the fire there is my family the one , true , I most resemble and in my reflection I am barefoot and draughty but the only way I feel myself and while we wait for something to happen dolls in hand we look for a prey If they had burned there in the Middle Ages stronger and now we are back bad from 1000 potions, powders and concoctions between we manufacture here the strange mixtures and dancing around the fire of us will matter little siam ugly, ugly siam siam dirty and unkempt and turned around, there is a place in this world where no inport the appearance and the appearance and while we sing songs to the moon a strange mantra to bring good luck I feel observed because there hidden he's there , he followed me into the thick of the forest I still petrified and now I'm scared because he knows nothing of my dark half I read and contempt, have it written on their faces and I have a heavy heart , tears soaked what can I say I would like to say " do not go " while time seems to stand still a moment seems eternal but who cares half woman half witch if you really interested maybe you love me the same ... I look at you and go away longing in my eyes and a tear goes I think about what will not be are consummate actress lost identity I try my hand everywhere always change my fate and I see you disappear something inside of me dies I would like a elixir of love that makes you come back were poison and antidote maybe I can help it I remember the drunk I already canceled and then rise again and dance around the fire I care little about you six fake, gentrified money to have sold and circle around there is a man in this world that perhaps will love what is not good ? A fake story on a true story in the middle is the right fit but we ugly witches in this bad weather the fire burning we have it in that old hags that rude to you we have not presented nemmen There are Dulcinea , Cassandra and Vanessa and then all the others including myself I am the witch who narrates and sounds I would like to be bad , but alas , they are good, and if my story I had bored I apologize and return to my Witchwood Monica Bergo
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♫ ♥ ♫ ♥ L'amore e le sue forme ♫ ♥ ♫ ♥ Written, composed and played by me, this song tells the fict... read moreional conversation between me and love and how there are moments in life when you do not notice his presence. And inspired by the argument of the song I would like to mention the beautiful form of love that I found here on this site ... full of artists in the true sense of the word, but most artists out into the soul ... In this internet sometimes so cold and evanescent, fandalism is truly an oasis of kindness and love you very much and I would like to thank all of you who are the true essence of art and tell you that I love you ... thank you thank you, kiss! Scritta, suonata e composta da me, questa canzone racconta l'immaginario colloquio tra me e l'amore e di come ci siano momenti della vita in cui non ci si accorge della sua presenza. E prendendo spunto dall'argomento della canzone vorrei parlare della meravigliosa forma d'amore che ho trovato qui...in questo sito pieno di artisti nel vero senso della parola, artisti fuori ma soprattutto dentro nell'anima...In questo internet a volte così freddo ed evanescente fandalism è davvero un'oasi di gentilezza ed amore e vorrei ringraziare davvero di cuore tutti voi che siete l'essenza vera dell'arte e dirvi che vi voglio bene...grazie grazie, un bacio! L'AMORE E LE SUE FORME Lo incontrai era un giorno senza fiato perso tra la folla mi guardava disperato "stai con me sembri triste e solo" mentre piega il capo lo accarezzo e lo consolo "non so chi sei ma ti starò vicino non sei uomo o donna non sei adulto nè bambino" "guardami oltre le apparenze, mi hai rincorso tanto ed ero qua ero con te in quelle vie ma tu non mi hai notato negli occhi spenti di chi ormai tutto ha perduto ero in quel barbone steso là avvolto nel giornale ero in quella squallida corsia tra la miseria e il male Ma Ora fermati smetti di correre quante forme vuoi prima di accorgerti che sono intorno a te in ogni brivido che proverai e come angeli dalle ali fragili spiccate il volo verso cieli sterili sfiorate il sole ma poi come Icaro cadete giù ma ora tu puoi dirmi cosa vuoi?" "vorrei, vorrei, vorrei scordare le lacrime e poi vorrei con te toccare le nuvole vorrei gettare la maschera e poi sentirmi più libera vorrei poter riconoscere tra tanta gente che c'è chi somiglia un po' a me Vorrei tornare all'origine e poi riscrivere pagine vorrei spezzare i silenzi e poi io vorrei e non dovrei ricordarmi di lui ti lascio esplodere nascosta nemesi divento sterile femmina inutile moderna Elettra nel mio lutto fragile di nero mi vestirò e smetto i panni di Pierrot improbabile ed indurisco la mia scorza debole povero cuore mio soltanto un muscolo l'amore rinnegherò non mi commuovo più smetto di ridere calpesto questa parte mia sensibile io burattino strano e un po' patetico i fili miei taglierò La gentilezza che diventa acredine e sputo in faccia a chi fraintende e immagina che donna dolce = disponibile uomini solo a metà femmina alfa di tribù di vergini vi incateniamo maschilisti ipocriti la tua virilità non può dipendere solo dal sesso che fai Mi adeguo a questa società di plastica e mi innamoro solo del tuo bancomat la mia natura astratta e vulnerabile cenere al vento sarà ma questa donna chi è non sono io e ritorno al mondo mio e a te che so chi sei ti ho riconosciuto sei l'amore in ogni forma offeso e maltrattato stai con me non sarò triste e sola stringo la tua mano che guarisce e che consola.. Monica Bergo
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Written, played and composed by me! THE MINSTREL Too similar to be together too easy to love you so stupid as to not understand that to divide had only a moment. You my prince queen and I the realm on a bench and a shabby station full of people dragging his life. A few teeth in order to eat those bags alone with your belongings t'inventavi a family and then the daughter so like me go music that you can explain to us storyteller, minstrel dance with me and tells of the time you were beautiful in your castle the enchantment of your world I lose and in words and music Meanwhile, the story of you and I cry There was a lifetime ago a storyteller and his (lady) .. (People) without mercy who does not understand anything and polluter misunderstands and get dirty queen of all my dreams vanish do with princes and kings explodes our realm and blind, they see only in us the girl and the tramp shattered the fantasy you undress the armor and more're not a knight but an ogre to be afraid of castles full of huge lies rise in my realm besmirch us, all of us laugh knights and dames go, music if you want to still speak of him I woke up that morning and I was alone that sad queen the spell broken and tears of glass on a run-down newspaper I am no longer a little girl but I stay inside me baby and remember what you've learned turn a nightmare into a dream winged But in a kingdom a little farther I know that your songs in a strange way weird tales and stories where your ladies an ogre takes away Storyteller, minstrel I like you in words and music a story time and a little 'regret the sweetness, purity and poetry tired of a storyteller that turned everything into magic .. There was a lifetime ago a storyteller and his lady ... Monica Bergo ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Il cantastorie ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ IL CANTASTORIE Troppo simili per stare insieme troppo... read more facile volerti bene così stupidi da non comprendere che per dividerci bastava un attimo. Tu il mio principe ed io regina il reame sopra una panchina e una squallida stazione piena di persone che trascinano la vita. Pochi denti per poter mangiare quei sacchetti coi tuoi soli averi t'inventavi una famiglia e poi quella figlia somigliava tanto a me vai musica che puoi spiegare meglio di noi cantastorie, menestrello balla con me e narra di quel tempo in cui eri bello nel tuo castello nell'incanto del tuo mondo mi perderò e in musica e parole di te racconto e intanto piango C'era una vita fa un cantastorie e la sua (dama).. (gente) senza pietà che non capisce e tutto inquina fraintende e sporcherà tutti i miei sogni di regina svaniscono fate con principi e re esplode il nostro reame e ciechi, vedono soltanto in noi la ragazzina ed il barbone s'infrange la fantasia ti svestono dall'armatura e più un cavaliere non sei ma un orco di cui aver paura castelli pieni di enormi bugie s'innalzano nel mio reame ci infangano ,ridono tutti di noi dei cavalieri e delle dame vai, musica se vuoi parlare ancora di lui e svegliandomi quella mattina fui da sola che triste regina l'incantesimo spezzato e lacrime di vetro su un giornale malandato Io non sono più una ragazzina ma rimango dentro me bambina e ricordo come tu hai saputo trasformare un incubo in un sogno alato Ma in un regno un poco più lontano so che canti in quel tuo modo strano e racconti storie strampalate dove le tue dame un orco porta via Cantastorie, menestrello io come te in musica e parole racconto un tempo e un po' rimpiango la dolcezza, la purezza e la poesia di un cantastorie stanco che trasformava tutto in incanto.. C'era una vita fa un cantastorie e la sua dama... Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Come un fiore (Faust, le polveri e gli intrugli) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Scritta, suona ta e composta da me, è l'immaginario colloquio tra me e il diavolo, spero vi piaccia!! Come un fiore (Faust, le polveri e gli intrugli) E' uno di quei giorni in cui il silenzio porta via quell'ultimo sorriso e muore in gola l'allegria gli antichi desideri che riaffiorano qua e là e sposti il piatto intatto il cibo non ti sfamerà Vorresti essere un fiore che bisogni mai non ha il sole lo riscalda il vento poi lo cullerà la pioggia che si mischia alla tua lacrima che va i passi tuoi rimbombano nel niente di città e mentre camminavi dentro alla malinconia con solo i tuoi neri pensieri a farti compagnia con gli occhi della mente tu l'avevi visto già bellissimo d'aspetto ma nel cuore il ghiaccio ha "E' tanto che ti aspetto ma io ho l'eternità e' stato bello ,c'hai provato ma sei di nuovo qua tu brava equilibrista attrice senza identità è inutile scappare è scritto nel DNA. Non ti ricordi? ma che bei giorni polveri ed intrugli che colmavano i tuoi vuoti eterni guardati adesso (sempre così) sempre lo stesso (mi fermo) amore e affetto è una vita che li cerchi arrenditi e vedrai.... che qui con me nessuno al mondo potrà ferirti o del male ti farà la dannazione, pura invenzione e il paradiso vuoto resterà ma non ti accorgi, sei fuori tempo e fuori posto in questa società se tu sparissi in questo istante della tua essenza cosa rimarrà" "do-sol do-sol l'energia si fa infinita re-la re-la e dal cuore va alle dita mi-si mi-si cerca i tasti, li accarezza e finalmente c'è dolcezza anche per me do-sol do-sol così stanca di esser sola re-la re-la vola musica e consola mi-si mi-si toglimi anche questo amore e come un fiore ,senza cure appassiro'" "Stai con me" "voglio luce" "stai con me" "cerco pace come un fiore che risposte non ne dà Qui con te non c'è pace qui con te senza luce come un fiore senza sole morirò" dolcissimo il momento in cui riapri gli occhi tuoi c'è quell'istante d'incoscienza e non sai più chi seì componi e riscomponi la tua vera identità di donna responsabile conforme alla tua età non vuoi più essere un fiore che difendersi non sa la mano che lo coglie poi la morte gli darà gli antichi desideri dormon per l'eternità le polveri e gli intrugli è stato una vita fa. Questo è il tuo tempo nessun rimpianto sole dentro il cuore tanta pioggia da dimenticare lo senti accanto (lui è con me) in ogni momento (è luce ) sempre al tuo fianco ridere, pregare, amare un fiore non lo fa... do-sol re-la mi-si come un fiore nel tuo amore non appassirò... Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ 50 sfumature di...niente ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Scritta, suonata e composta da me, è un po' la p... read morearodia della celebre trilogia (50 sfumature di grigio) e di un certo tipo d'uomo, spero vi piaccia!! 50 SFUMATURE DI...NIENTE Davanti al portone sei lì che mi aspetti conosco tua moglie e so che non la rispetti mi vedi e ti apri in un sorriso sinistro sospiro ed aspetto che inizi il tuo triste show... Lei ti chiede amore tu rispondi col sesso io ti offro un'amicizia andrebbe bene lo stesso? E' vero sei uno schianto ma non conta poi tanto se l'anima non splende niente mi prende di te Dai spiegami ancora quanto sei intelligente ricordati però senza di lei non sei niente il tuo maschilismo ferisce ed offende le tue sfumature di niente mi annoiano un po'. Hai letto un libro sono colpita! ma un libro non ti cambia la vita ti sei montato galvanizzato da Mister Gray sei ossessionato Sei solo carne, niente spirito e le ali non hai ed il mio mondo colorato no, non inquinerai mentre mi parli sbirci il tuo riflesso e capisco che sono 50 sfumature però le tue paure son di più Tu uomo rampante io poco elegante concreto ed astratto binomio imperfetto 2 mondi a sè stanti restiamo distanti le tue sfumature di niente non rimpiangerò e mentre mi accorgo che vuoi farmi paura mi scappa una risata sai mi sento sicura ho dentro di me incubi assai peggiori Christian Gray da strapazzo rimani lontano da me Hai letto un libro ma non mi dire! e "Topolino" dove è andato a finire? Hai letto un libro sono colpita! ma un libro non ti cambia la vita Innamorato di te stesso ma io mi chiedo se ci sia qualcosa da scoprire chiuso dentro di te se vuoi piacere a tutti per le insicurezze che hai con le 50 sfumature però le tue paure son di più E mentre rimango ferma lì ad osservare la tua macchina che fa una sgommata e scompare mi fermo a pensare a quanto sia fortunata ad avere un compagno che ha occhi soltanto per me.. Monica Bergo
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Scritta, composta e suonata da me, e spero sempre che vi piaccia!! Dentro lo specchio Di nuovo Natale e di nuovo sto male mi aggiro smarrita per questa mia vita le luci, i festoni e tutti più buoni la recita non cambia mai e mentre mi perdo dentro al mio irrisolto modello un sorriso lo stampo sul volto aspetto ogni anno mi venga ridato ciò che mi hanno tolto lo rivoglio indietro e come Dickens ripenso ai natali passati e mi struggo cercando ricordi felici che non ho Mi guardo allo specchio e mi vedo invecchiata che importa se bella non sono mai stata chi è questa donna? non la riconosco non c'è luce negli occhi suoi ma poi prende vita e di colpo capisco accetto felice lo scambio di posto io dentro lo specchio lei nella mia vita si muove sicura la guardo impaurita mentre cuoce biscotti e prepara pacchetti ed insieme a mia figlia fa 1000 progetti e mi sento tagliata a metà e batto sul vetro ma lo specchio mi inghiotte non si torna indietro e dentro me.... completerò frasi a metà espirerò tutto il freddo dall'anima arginerò fragilità dentro lo specchio mio fango ed umiltà pittore io dei giorni miei mi dipingo bella e sono dentro a una favola riscriverò nuove realtà in parole e musica la mia bolla magica disegno una lacrima la cancellerai qui dentro lo specchio la vita riflette cammino sul viale delle mie incertezze inciampo in frammenti di sogni proibiti di ali spezzate, di voli inibiti, esplode il silenzio nel pianto di un bimbo sta lì imprigionato sospeso in quel limbo mi tende la mano ed è disperato è il bimbo che ho perso quel bimbo mai nato e mi appare suo padre con la sua arroganza mi ripete "sei brava, ma non abbastanza" ma calpesto e poi butto via l'inadeguatezza io non sono che questa accettami e forse mi amerai e comporrò le melodie per annullare le mie attese improbabili solo di me mi ciberò carezze inutili più non cercherò e svuoterò le tasche mie dai sensi di colpa e dai fardelli inutili non placherò conviverò con questa sete insaziabile e una mente un po' labile io che vivo ai margini tra sogno e realtà sono fuori e lo specchio è soltanto un riflesso sono dentro al mio mondo e Natale è adesso anche per me Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Ninna nanna delle vene ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Scritta, composta e suonata da me, spero che vi piaccia!! Ninna nanna delle vene Di nuovo a mendicare le briciole d'amore che spargerai io stanca d'aspettare ciò che non può accadere torno da lei da lei che perdo e poi ritrovo e che ancora cercherò lei che col canto suo mi sa ammaliare io come Ulisse , incatenata, ma non le resisterò non scappo più sono qui e fai di me quello che vuoi il marchio tuo su di me con il fuoco è impresso ormai ti maledico ma poi esplode il tuo calore dentro me tu mi cancelli e 1000 vite sai inventare e mentre striscio al tuo cospetto sogno la normalità ma sei sempre lì e come un tarlo rodi il cuore ed io lo so non merito di più ninna nanna come una mamma cullami ninna nanna come una mamma le vene reclamano la giusta condanna io che mi annullo e poi risorgo vado all'inferno e dopo torno questo è il mio mondo che strano girotondo mi spingo oltre ogni limite divento invulnerabile niente di tragico ritorno all'origine in bilico sul baratro in equilibrio instabile tra luci psichedeliche mi sento irraggiungibile occhi si cerchiano, catene stridono, lacci che stringono e buchi che ridono, braccia che prendono soldi che bruciano mani che tremano e mente che scivola vuoti da colmare buchi in fondo al cuore questo strano amore che non so gestire Cambierò vedrai sarò ciò che vuoi ma tu mi disprezzi e poi te ne vai Resa folle dalla tua assenza ballo da sola la mia macabra danza lacrime bruciano lame che affondano dai morte cullami e ninna nanna per (me) (se) per te non sono abbastanza io mendicante fragile e scalza tu sempre all'apice di un mondo inutile mi abbraccio da sola e ninna nanna per me mi confondo e poi non so più chi sei in mezzo a tanta luce più un nome non hai "E dopo il temporale arriva sempre il sole" dicevi tu che frase sciocca e vuota il simbolo del niente che è dentro te Io che sorrido ormai felice nella mia semplicità tu che ti struggi ed indietro vuoi tornare cerco il tuo posto nel mio mondo e mi accorgo che non c'è suono per te la ninna nanna dell'addio..... Monica Bergo
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*'¯` * • .¸¸. An angel hippie ♫ ♫ • *'¯` * .¸¸. ♫ Written, composed and played by me! He was there abandoned sad not fly more Around us mud and horror "If you seek love there ... Come here, close to me, you're scared, you know, here faith will not save you But you can fly away I do not understand why dirty your beautiful colors down here. " "I'm here because it's you I was looking for, right here where it all began I'm here to appease the evil that Christmas gives birth in .... tea... Search, look into the past they have endured has been destroy every ghost Defeat your fears remove dark areas walk along all the way back, with me close, at that time long gone, are you ready? Now we fly You and I" Around us screams and gray "Tell me where is the love ... you feel it too? Today is Christmas but here there is no peace away from here away from here I want my reality " I open my eyes and you are not there more as I try to grab your memory disappears between your hands down I ... Monica Bergo ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Un angelo hippie ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Scritta, composta e suonata da me! UN ANGELO HIPPIE ... read moreE stava lì abbandonato triste non volava più Intorno a noi fango ed orrore "Se cerchi amore non c'è... Vieni qui, stretto a me, hai paura , lo so, qui la fede non ti salverà Ma tu puoi volar via non capisco perchè sporchi i tuoi bei colori quaggiù". "Sono qui perchè è te che cercavo, proprio qui dove tutto iniziò sono qui per placare quel male che il Natale fa nascere in.... te... Cerca , cerca nel passato affronta tutto ciò che è stato distruggi ogni fantasma sconfiggi le tue paure rimuovi le zone oscure percorri tutto il cammino ritorna , con me vicino, a quel tempo ormai lontano, sei pronta? ora voliamo io e te" Intorno a noi urla e grigiore "dimmi l'amore dov'è... senti anche tu? oggi è Natale ma qui la pace non c'è via di qua via di qua voglio la mia realtà" apro gli occhi e tu non ci sei più mentre cerco di afferrare il tuo ricordo che scompare tra le mani la tua piuma ho... Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ La dipendenza ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Scritta,suonata e composta da me, è un po' la parodia di un... read more episodio carino che mi è successo sul metrò, spero vi piaccia! La dipendenza Ti sembro libera e invece sono incatenata... Si avvicina sorridente mi è antipatico di già nel metrò c'è poca gente ma si siede proprio qua io bruttina un po' rachitica conscia dei limiti miei sono persa tra le nuvole e mi faccio i fatti miei lui mi guarda ed è insistente ma da me cosa vorrà? è un bell'uomo ed è elegante forse è miope chi lo sa? dal suo sguardo penetrante io mi sento trapassare e mi sono già stufata e in faccia gli vorrei gridare ti sembro libera e invece sono innamorata dammi un piano, una chitarra e passo tutta la giornata divento isterica quando mi portano in vacanza perchè di settime e rivolti non so proprio stare senza malata cronica e sono ormai senza speranza però non voglio medicine per questa mia dipendenza Tu entri e scoppi nelle vene con le tue catene stringimi di più sento l'energia infinita scorre tra le dita e tu solo puoi ed allevierai i dolori miei sei la mia compagna nei momenti più bui mi proteggerai dagli eccessi e poi in questo mondo finto scintilla tu sarai Alla fine si decide e mi apostrofa così "sei la mia nuova vicina la mia casa è proprio lì e la sera io mi incanto e ti ascolterei per ore mentre suoni il pianoforte insieme a te posso volare e lo so che forse è tardi però ci vorrei provare so che ai bimbi dai lezione ed anche io vorrei imparare." ma che uomo intelligente mi è simpatico di già gli racconto del ceffone che ha rischiato poco fa lui mi dice che ha un compagno e che lo ama dolcemente io mi prenderei a pedate maledetta diffidente!! voliamo liberi sui nostri accordi in dissonanza dimenticando ogni problema grosso guaio od incombenza malato cronico della mia stessa dipendenza che lo contagia, si propaga ed entra nella sua esistenza soltanto anime e metto a nudo la sua essenza mentre lo ascolto solfeggiare entra il cielo in questa stanza.... Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Se non sono di nessuno ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Scritta, composta e suonata da me, e spero vi piaccia! SE NON SONO DI NESSUNO Lungo il marciapiede scegli le tue prede tessi la tela i diseredati sono i favoriti ma come puoi? mi dici "non sei di nessuno" e lo sai il male che mi fai mentre aspiro rabbia e fumo se chiudo gli occhi sparirai Ombre nella stanza con la tua presenza inquini l'aria stupido profeta con la tua moneta chi comprerai? Ma se non sono di nessuno non sarò nemmeno tua il tuo sporco mi consuma mi lavo ma non va più via. Ma dimmi tu di chi sei? Basta sono stanca e mi scoppia la testa la tua anima nera mi infesta ma oggi dico basta con quel poco di fiato che resta spezza queste catene e dimostra che miseria soltanto non sei stringi più forte e te ne vai no, non sono di nessuno non appartengo a nessuno se non sono di nessuno non appartengo a nessuno spezza questa schiavitù liberi dal tuo vudù sciogli le mani e vedrai spuntare bianche un paio d'ali i sogni che hai rubato e gli ideali noi non siamo di nessuno nati da chi ha serpi in seno quante illusioni che hai risollevarti non puoi musica suona il valzer delle anime dannate dove note e rime son stonate Luna non sei per tutti uguale lo sai resto appesa al mio respiro nel tuo alone il mio destino, luna tu solo puoi far luce anche per noi ma stanotte i suoi occhi rendi ciechi per scappare via da qua Torno nel quartiere squallide atmosfere riempiono i sensi facce conosciute guardano stranite "Sei proprio tu?" raccontano della tua fine ma allora una giustizia c'è non muoiono soltanto i buoni sei di nessuno....come me Eppure piango per te.. Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ A una lacrima da qua ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Scritta, composta e suonata da me, spero tanto che vi piaccia!! A UNA LACRIMA DA QUA Dormi, riposa, chissà dove sei... Dormi, riposa nei pensieri miei mentre l'assenza diventà realtà sogno e rinasco a una lacrima da qua. Dentro il sogno mio (io cerco te) non si soffre mai (ma dove sei?) e non c'è più bisogno di mascherare Mentre aspetto che (cercando te) la presenza tua (ma dove sei?) scriva la parola fine al mio dolore Ma che ne sai cosa hai fatto ai giorni miei mentre il tempo scorre via io non riesco a respirare ma che ne sai di quel buio che ora è in me e di quel silenzio che urlando esplode dentro me di quel sole spento ormai hai rubato i raggi suoi e nulla può scaldarmi se tu non ci sei... Triste quel giorno che ci separò, fredda la voce che a me ti strappò ma nel mio sogno c'è un'altra realtà noi camminiamo a una lacrima da qua.. Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ L'anello mancante ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Dedicata a mia sorella, scomparsa qualche anno fa...nessuna immagine, nessun effetto speciale per questa musica e canzone scritte da me di getto, perché non c'è nessuna immagine in grado di rappresentare quello che spero di aver espresso in parole e musica...Spero che anche così, senza nessun arteficio, possa piacervi! L'anello mancante Mi sorprendo ancora spesso a cercarti tra la gente basta un gesto un solo istante una sagoma sfuggente e rimango appesa a un filo tra il passato ed il presente sensazione ricorrente sola in mezzo a tanta gente io che mento e faccio finta che dentro me non manchi niente che patetico pagliaccio sempre allegro e sorridente scrivo musica e parole per placare il fuoco dentro perchè solo noi sappiamo dove porta quel tormento dove sei? dove sei? dolce anello mancante tornerai a riempirmi la mente Torno dietro un altro passo e sono in bilico al tuo fianco noi per mano rassegnate, mentre il grigio era opprimente per noi 2 ad ogni risveglio cominciava una battaglia rimandavo quel momento non volevo essere sveglia ma mi proteggevi sempre anche da un bimbo prepotente la mia impavida sorella così forte e indipendente mi parlavi dei ragazzi e come fare per baciare io arrossivo di vergogna e mi batteva forte il cuore cercherò e chiamerò il mio anello mancante risponderai col silenzio di sempre mi chiedevi se eri bella con quel trucco esagerato mi sembravi un Pierrot triste stanco di essere evitato eri scomoda e la gente ti teneva un po' a distanza quanti ipocriti ignoranti santi solo in'apparenza ed ancora noi 2 insieme nell'abisso spalancato io che poi risalgo piano ma tu no, rimani indietro io che tendo la mia mano ma per te oramai era scritto vai giù in fondo, più lontano in quell'inferno maledetto brillerà, brillerà il mio anello mancante lo mostrerò, orgogliosa, alla gente e volasti via lontano in quel luglio soffocante il mio gelo dentro il cuore il tuo corpo ormai incosciente e per l'ultimo tuo viaggio poca gente rassegnata " per la vita che faceva, meglio che se ne sia andata" ma cosa ne sanno loro del tuo grido inascoltato del mio anello di diamanti che nel fango poi è caduto libertà è una parola che non ha significato tu farfalla cieca e sola le tue ali ora hai spiegato volerai, volerò e annullerò le distanze ritroverò il mio anello mancante.... Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ David Lanz contest Cristofori's dream re-envisioned ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Video creato da me per il concorso su musica di David Lanz, spero vi piaccia!
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La musica è di Reverberi-Pavesi, le parole sono della mia canzone TU SOLO PUOI Perchè dai vita a quei pensieri chiusi in me che, muti, trovano un respiro grazie a te mi dai le ali ed io confini non ho più tu solo puoi tu solo sai prenderti cura di quel buio dentro me vedere oltre l'apparenza e l'allegria sciogli la maschera e un patetico Pierrot non sono più E mi trasporti via, note che abbracciano, accordi cullano nuove profondità diverse realtà rimossa verità che affiora e sparirà tu solo puoi fermarmi sempre ad una lacrima da qua farmi sentire meno la diversità tra tanta gente io distinguere non so chi è uguale a me E sento esplodere la gratitudine non sono fragile non sono inutile dai forma alla poesia riempi la mente mia Riscaldi e illumini trasformi i giorni miei li rendi magici ribelli ed unici stupita guarderò se il mondo è ancora là se corre senza noi Tu solo puoi dare una forma a questa astratta anima mia mettere ordine nel caos che è dentro me prenderti gioco di quel clown sepolto che non ride mai E ancora ispirerai tempeste e lacrime parole e nuvole ricordi e immagini la forma che vorrai con te mi inventerò Ma tu non smettere vibrante anima brandelli e cenere purezza e ambiguità lo specchio inverso sei riflesso che non c'è che appare solo in te Tu solo puoi.... Monica Bergo
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Dedicato a mia figlia Eleonora, musica e testo composti da me, spero vi piaccia.. MILLE LUNE Gli occhi miei dentro i tuoi finalmente t'incontrai il tuo capo posato sul mio ventre provato che miracolo sei ti pensai ti inventai 1000 volte immaginai e ora tremo al pensiero che tutto ciò non sia vero non svanire, sei mia Chi sarai dove andrai di chi t'innamorerai e mi perdo a pensare alla tua vita da inventare mille lune (tanto sole) vedrai mentre il tempo cambia ogni cosa tu sbocci e sei rosa e sei vento ribelle e sei fuoco ,scintille mi sorreggi, mi esalti e invertiamo le parti il mio abbraccio che scioglie la paura ed accoglie le mille lune che hai il tanto sole che sei asciugherò le tue lacrime d'amore t'insegnerò a far guarire in fretta il cuore e sarò lì spettatrice attenta e muta attrice sei in questo film che è la tua vita dopo di me tu mille lune e sole ancora scordami se il pensarmi ti addolora pezzi di me nel tuo giovane dolore frammenti che il tempo farà scomparire nella tua luna sarò tempo che sai che conosci e hai visto gli anni miei sii più buono con lei vento dovrai gonfiare sempre forte le sue vele mille lune e tanto sole per lei se mi amerai io la morte per te sfiderò se lasciarmi non vorrai e camminerai nel mio stesso magico equilibrio nella tua luna nel tuo sole sarò Ti pensai t'inventai ti sognai e immaginai ma ora che ti ho qui accanto non avrei sperato tanto perchè tu sei tutto questo e ancor di più Monica Bergo
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Metamorfosi (un angelo nei guai) ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ Un emozione davvero grande sentire la mi... read morea musica ed i miei testi cantati da Gianluca, spero vi piaccia!
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Monica Bergo - Piano
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Musica e testo scritte da me ,spero vi piaccia! C'è una favola triste C'è una favola triste chiusa dentro di me la magia non esiste niente principi nè re e mi perdo dentro al bosco dei miei ma e dei miei se Pollicino si è nascosto niente briciole per me Mi scompongo nell'abisso delle mie fragilità smetto i panni che ora indosso e ho una nuova identità dolce fata o principessa io decidere non so brutta strega o triste orchessa che sembianze assumerò Lì nascosto c'è uno specchio dove Alice un dì passò guardo fisso il mio riflesso riconoscermi non so Un istante e sono dentro strane le profondità batte il cuore al ritmo lento di diverse realtà Nella casa della strega c'è qualcosa che non va i bambini più non lega triste, sola e in povertà nel silenzio esplode un canto e prende forma il nome mio nell'inferno come Dante ma vorrei un Virgilio anch'io Favola triste io che non ti ho letto mai l'avessi fatto la tua fine già saprei conoscerei la trama ed i risvolti tuoi e un personaggio senza ruolo non sarei Chi sei? cavaliere mascherato seguici se vuoi siamo scalzi e spettinati ballerai con noi ma non ci toccherai mani e piedi abbiam legati mostri il volto tuo mentre il tempo si è fermato ti conosco già senza averti mai incontrato e ora so chi sei e cosa ci offrirai caramelle da uno sconosciuto come dentro a un film lo slow motion dilatato le fiamme intorno a te l'abisso ormai si è spalancato e non ridi più e non ci fai paura sei nella selva oscura nel nostro reame alla gogna chi è meschino e infame sì siamo emarginati tu stesso ci hai creati uomo nero o Barbablù il tuo vero nome è :schiavitù. Un momento di incoscienza e torno nella mia realtà non son fata o principessa sono solo questa qua... ma se fossi un personaggio cantastorie io sarei menestrello un po' selvaggio alla corte degli dei coi vestiti colorati fiori tra i capelli miei sempre libera nei prati e di musica vivrei Favola triste mentre scorro i passi tuoi muoio,rinasco e ripercorro i giorni miei potessi farlo la tua trama cambierei ma per il lieto fine ringraziarti vorrei... Monica Bergo
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Monica Bergo - Piano
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♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫ La più bella del reame ♫*´¨`*•.¸¸.♫Musica e testo composti da me THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL Where's the red carpet? And the bow now This is dedicated to you ... Not by not by but the respect you want it harvest what you have sown the nothing inside you and how do how do I do not know how you do see yourself everywhere and do not see who you are If you're better than me there is no competition Then stop imitating me if I'm not worth a girlfriend all the clothes you all the faces that make You are the most beautiful you in your realm infamous reign here it is I can already see Your mouth goes exclude your sound and I follow my mind beyond of all I would and you do not give me idiots at the table no not invite me and you do not have feelings We are using all that you do? such as old rags those who do not need to throw it more of psychotropic drugs now you can not live without fight your war against time and are a torment in my veins Your blood flows as a mourning I carry within me cunning and madness that strange disease shattered lives and then the nothing between us I do not have the desired have "happened" you told me already but I want to know if you've tried love and if there was a moment where you thought only (me) mind baby return and carry the dream of yore plays a sweet lady at my door hugs me and says "you're mine" And I know that I have your class and your charm I look like a gypsy near you you look like a star but the appearance is known hides another reality discards the casing and a bad taste in your mouth it will be and bring bad luck you know jinx that you are while you talk to me knock on wood here you never know Flights lowest you can in every dream you do people say you are the prettiest the realm You have removed the past, you forgot I wish it was the same for me ... Monica Bergo LA PIU' BELLA DEL REAME.. Dov'è il tappeto rosso?E l'inchino adesso Questa è dedicata a te... Non ne dai non ne dai ma il rispetto lo vuoi raccogli ciò che hai seminato il niente che dentro hai e come fai come fai io non so come fai a specchiarti dappertutto e a non vedere chi sei Se sei migliore di me competizione non c'è allora smetti di imitarmi se non valgo un granchè tutti i vestiti che hai tutte le smorfie che fai sei la più bella tu nel tuo reameregno infameecco qua vedo già la tua bocca che vaescludo il tuo sonoroe seguo la mia mente al di làdi tutto ciò che vorreie che tu non mi daialla mensa degli idiotino non m'inviteraie sentimenti non haici usi tutti e che fai?come gli stracci vecchichi non serve più butteraidi psicofarmaci ormaipiù farne a meno non puoicombatti la tua guerra contro il tempo e sei un tormentonelle vene miescorre il sangue tuocome un lutto cheporto dentro mefurbizia e pazziache strana malattiavite distrutte e poiil niente tra di noiche non mi hai volutasono "capitata"me l'hai detto già ma vorrei saperese hai provato amoree se c'è stato un solo istante in cui tu abbia pensato sola a (me) (me)nte bambinaritorni e riporti quel sognodel tempo che fuuna dolce signora suona alla mia portami abbraccia e mi dice "sei mia"E lo so che non hola tua classe e il tuo charmesembro una zingaravicino a teche sembri una starma l'apparenza si sanasconde un'altra realtàscarta l'involucroe l'amaro in bocca ti resteràe porti sfiga lo sai che menagramo che seimentre mi parlitocco ferroche qui non si sa maivoli più basso che puoiin tutti i sogni che faila gente dice chesei la più bella del reameHai rimosso il passato,hai dimenticatovorrei fosse lo stesso per me... Monica Bergo
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Monica Bergo - Piano
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Monica Bergo
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