*Edition of 200. CD + 8" 36-page photographic booklet.** "This work is loosely inspired by the title of a song by Tim Buckley included in his 1970 album "Starsailor" (a cover version by This Mortal Coil released in the '80s by 4AD was quite formative for me). My passion for the sea, observed, listened and lived mainly - but not only - from the beaches of my land and during winter. A solitary invocation, a project still open, in progress for several years during which the photographs and field recordings used for its composition were collected, and assembled in its musical component during the months of lockdown. The audio part opens with a track centered on the recording made on the morning of 23 February 2020, which then, ironically, would have been the last time I could see, hear and feel the sea before the forced isolation caused by the pandemic. The sensory lack - visual, auditive and olfactory - that I suffered the most during isolation was that of the sea.

To overcome this lack - as far as possible - I have composed, produced and mixed the audio tracks which are part of this album. As usual in my work, the photographs and sounds are complementary to each other and make up a single emotional and sensorial body. A single contemporary, visual and auditory landscape." - Adriano Zanni

Standing on the edge of the vastness of the sea, the infinite space embraces our gaze creating emptiness, the same in which we got lost, each of us confined within the walls of our own flats. The undefeated storm was raging outside, while our imaginary boat did not emit even the smallest creaking, motionless and sheltered in its own absence. Yet thoughts returned there, on the edge of the immensity that had always been frequented, our feet sank on the shoreline of memories, our hearing distinctly perceived the Sirens' song: "Sail to me, sail to me, Let me enfold you, Here I am, here I am". Modulating the melody of the words, a guiding voice shaped by waves capable of unspeakable violence, a liquid essence able to penetrate and destroy, dragging the shipwrecked man towards the cliff of abandonment. Adriano Zanni has listened to it, he has followed it trying to filter what it was whispering to him. He has travelled closed in his hermetic confinement with the constant presence of a poet who decided to welcome the last wave inside himself on a hot June day. What we listen here is nothing but their dense dialogue along a vast tract of beach that welcomes the two travellers, enveloping them in the sounds of marine space and time. It almost seems as if Zanni is attempting to drive away from himself the ghosts wrapping the continuous whispering of his travelling companion, filtering the sweetness of the dance of the waves, the shouting of the beaches crowded with summer heat, the footprint that sinks into the limpid substance, the unknown sound that hides in its depths, the murmur that turns into a song from which it's impossible to move away. Just like water that penetrates between the rocks, reaching the most remote sea ravines, transforming itself into sonic purity, the echo of memories glides towards us, enveloping our innermost thoughts and inviting us to dive into the wave that wraps up its body before it is welcomed by the land. A work that fascinates by transforming the perception of reality. We listen to sound, we dive into it, we get lost... Maybe all is just a dream, even our continuous swimming towards the open sea. - "On the edge of absence", Mirco Salvadori