Clouds. they flow slowly, looking on the world from above, untouchable. blended with the sea and the sun into a wonderful sunset, and while you feel the sand in your hand, you think that you really would like that sand to be the heart of people you love, to share that moment of peace. and you'd love that it could be the same for all the beings in the world, a smiling tear, affected e grateful, melt in the earth, lost in the summer hot wind. but you know it's not like that way. but this doesn't mean you could not fight for this." geo is grown istinctively in music. few theorical basis acquired when a child haven't stop him in the growing process within that strange world made of notes. kidnapped and tossed about the sonic universes, he slides between the acoustic and electronic sides, with an unstoppable constructive thirst. from the most obscure and mechanical abyss, from the voyages shaked by powerful and warlike vibrations, 'till the light and melanchonic flight of the heart odisseys, the original sense of geo's music is within the stretched pictures of many moments of life, and in a message that could work as an emotional lever so that everybody could extract his best from himself and his own force, even if paying with an unexpected tear.