Sunday's clouds Aldo Tessari Pescara 'When the night shows The signals grow on radios All the strange things They come and go, as early warnings Stranded starfish have no place to hide Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide There's no point in direction we cannot Even choose a side.' Sunday's clouds’s tracks Olhar by Sunday's clouds published on 2020-05-01T16:32:35Z A Short Glare by Sunday's clouds published on 2020-04-17T16:57:35Z Gyradius by Sunday's clouds published on 2019-04-26T17:11:39Z Life's line by Sunday's clouds published on 2018-10-03T12:35:07Z Lost In My Shoes by Sunday's clouds published on 2018-04-18T16:35:52Z When You Were Here Before by Sunday's clouds published on 2018-01-31T16:36:17Z Destiny Road by Sunday's clouds published on 2017-12-01T16:03:08Z If you'd hung around by Sunday's clouds published on 2017-11-16T18:48:07Z Soul trace by Sunday's clouds published on 2017-10-30T14:08:53Z Le Suzerain (rmx) by Sunday's clouds published on 2017-10-18T10:48:36Z