And all was green and all was blue and last... all became orange.
Johnny was running after his butterfly and she was ripping her wings to let him come.
Iggy Pop was singing and all was starting exactly in this way.
Johnny collected wing after wing, without stopping,, and when he collected enough of them he sewed a new dress for himself.
Now with that dress made out of wings he could fly as well, and he flew.
All was starting in this way, really, when I fell in love with Erika, when I fell in love with her voice and her strength.
I started to play, for her, with pride.
We love to say we play Rock, no thinking about the genre. We all come from rock music and each song we write, tell about different things.
After a full band tour in the USA we left Tuscany, moving to Milan to be in the best city that Italy can offer with its music scene, but Milan took away everything from us. We were two, again, like the beginning... riding the bullet...