Pedro Jovino (the real real website)

Mournful whispers of acoustic guitars, nebulous soundscapes, electric guitar spirals and clashing piano layers, a wall of ice that punches the faces of those who never look up, moon eyes, sweetness on darker days, glimpses of light on cold, dead and dry mountains, finding peace, running from endless eyes, murmurs of a madman, lost at sea, powerless yelling, free-falling into nothing at all.

i think this is all.