Avant Garde Experimental Music

Acércate - Come closer


come closer
and let me look at you
peek with me into the warmth of our eyes
and let me find
one more time,
the light that shines in them,
sun of the soul that gives me life by touching me .

Bring your breath to mine
and, without kissing,
let me wish it
imagine it,
moment that becomes eternal...

Thirsty for you
from your mouth,
fire that springs from fire.

come closer,
and let me see in your face,
all your faces from yesterday, and tomorrow,
make my gesture a mirror,
and hug me in silence,
slowly,
that the feeling becomes complete,
image that will remain in time,

Love that I have for your love.


©Mora Amaro La Loba
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La visita - The visit


Suddenly a smell of fruit captured my nose
and the mystery of its presence
made me peek at the moment
to rummage in it.

That visit...

hat grabbed my hand
to take me to a forest of orange trees
to search through the leaves
that "I" that stayed there
surrounded by air
that looks like water,

rocking
blurring

numbing nostalgia
the beauty
yesterday


©Mora Amaro La Loba
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Cosas - Things


I would like to invent words
so to can talk about those things
that have no name today

Things I mix with
and as a thing
I disappear engulfed between so much time

things that smell like bodies
and everything that has happened
in its particular moment

things, things,
What a vague word to define so much invent!

I would like so many invented things
that I invent myself
despite being nothing
among so many living things
and so many things happened

things, things,

What a vague word to define so much invention!

©Mora Amaro La Loba
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La lágrima - The Teardrop


The teardrop,
trembling irresolutely,
finally fell, furtive and timid,
sweeping away with it
the many others that were waiting,
heaped together
and confused,

and the weeping turned into a sea,
sea that flooded the soul
with pain and tense calmness,
salty and bitter sadness
that escapes and that sometimes
does not even have any hope.

©Mora Amaro La Loba
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Besos - Kisses


Life goes on
with her parade
of true
but amazing things

Life goes on
with her parade
of true
but amazing things

and meanwhile
prisoner of that time
that everything drags and engulfs
I love you I love you I love you I love you

Love
that takes away the weight of the print of the years
and makes me look in the mirror
to search in my mouth
the trace of your kisses

Kisses
full of so much
that I get lost when remembering them
Kisses
full of so much
that I get lost remembering them

your kisses your kisses

©Mora Amaro La Loba
 
Where are my hands?


maybe
when night and day are already company
loneliness becomes a visit that does not bother

and the lights and the shadows
are surrealist painters of life


maybe
I'm already a drawer of yesterday
in which others look for memories

Maybe
those strange birds
that turn into wisps of black smoke
as they come out of my mouth,
are the silent cry of my thought,
barren as a soundless instrument

Maybe Maybe Maybe

Maybe
everything has a meaning beyond this side
everything is maybe right now
a moment that more than a moment
is a sea of questions

Maybe Maybe Maybe
maybe I am the reins of my life
but where are my hands?
 
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Everything good is free?


Everything good is free

the air
fresh or warm when you need it

that apple on the tree
the strawberry of the forest
so tender
dressed in soft wet pink

a suden smell of something
that takes you traveling

the sound of wings over your head
a smile with someone on the street
a happy whistle climbing the balconies

Everything good is free

the water of the river
cooling your heat

the voice of sea talking to wind
the grass when it has been cut

the shadow of the tree
the song of the blackbird

the moon painting in silver the rooftops
twilight and its nameless colors
the sun in a hurry when it's going out of scene

Everything good is free

Thanks!!
 
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