Mora Amaro la Loba and Marcus Nalgaber /Music/Video/Art/

What can fit inside a suitcase?


She opened the empty bottle of perfume
to smell one more time
the memory of love hidden there

The suitcase was waiting
on the bed
for that bottle that always
accompanied her
her suitcase
so full of voids and goodbyes

Nothing was left in the closet
the last sheet of the calendar
living there
was already fallen
taking away with it
those days so full of dark light
and imposed sins

There was no more sadness
nor more excuses to hold on to for
not be better

It's over it's over
it's over

No more knocking on the door of deserts
 
Like a moonless night


I like the red
I like lilac
I like green and yellow
but i'm dark
like a moonless night
like a moonless night

I like blue
I like ocher
I like orange and gray
but i'm dark
like a moonless night
like a moonless night

I like to dive in the shadows
Until I find that light
that makes itself
to iluminate certain senses
of death and life
there suspended
in the void of my thinking

void void void void
you ask so much

i love the dark
it makes me look for light
even a simple dot breaking the black

void void void void
you ask so much
 
The corners of Night


Night of echoes
that appear in the ears
with distant insistence

Night of steps
looking for themselves
between own mists

Night plagued with streets
that only exist
where dreams happen

Night naked of everything
speak to me from your shadows
if you see me pass
because time stoped but
I did not stop walking

Night plagued with streets
that only exist
where dreams happen

Night naked of everything
speak to me from your shadows
if you see me pass
because time stoped but
I did not stop walking
 
Smooth Jazz by Marcus Nalgaber

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In the oblivion of my flesh


Sometimes sometimes sometimes
when I look back
I realize that Time
is an instant
after another
another another another

It just happens
and can shake your way
like that foot
that in the road
kicks away a stone

And so launched I'll fly
into mirror shards
in the space of my dreams
my dreams

Surrounded by that music
that one sings
to ward off fear
fear

Sometimes
I don't know why
I am still a draft

May be I can't change
what is born like this x2

May be may be may be
I'll find the missing chip
waiting for me
one more time

In the oblivion of my flesh
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Blackbirds, curves and magpies, beyond their feathers, what do they represent?


While I listen to the voice of the blackbird
I look at your face
wondering
why why why
it's impossible to change past

I think of a thousand things
no clear thought stands out
from the crowd
that stirs stirs stirs
in my mind
screaming words
that cover each others

everything could be so simple
like the games of a child
but you
have made me grave
of your dreams
and mine

we are dead and alive
under layers of time
turned into stones
over our heads

while I listen to the voice of the blackbird
singing singing singing
to the night
to the stars
that are still what they are
inertia over inertia
like our life
 
Everything happens inside, slowly, without haste... do we realize it?


I refuse sadness
and I look for the door
to the other side
but pain is a key
that everything hidden
It opens

Sadness made of acts
that move in memories
putting in my retina
a myriad of pale colors
with the taste of salt

And despite my smile
that becomes independent
staying on my lips
with the pride of madness

everything happens inside
slowly
without haste

Sadness made of acts
that move in memories
putting in my retina
a myriad of pale colors
with the taste of salt
 
Roses or bananas or how desires do what they want


Wishes scare me
I am never ready
it they come true

they can be like an onion
how many tears
blinding my eyes
when removing
all its layers
until I find what I wanted

They can be like a joke
that I don't understand
'cause
it has been written
in another language

Wishes are alive
they change reality
to do it their way

Wishes are alive
they changing reality
to do it their way
so far of mine

They can also be
a broken pocket
through with I fall

on strange stairs
leading up or down
to the same door

A window
on the other side of a mirror
where left is right
and right is left
 
Holding - Smooth Jazz Fusion Guitar Solo

Under - Smooth Jazz Fusion Guitar Solo

Mermaid - Smooth Jazz Fusion Guitar Solo

You - Smooth Jazz Fusion Guitar Solo
 
Holding - Smooth Jazz Fusion Guitar Solo

Under - Smooth Jazz Fusion Guitar Solo

Mermaid - Smooth Jazz Fusion Guitar Solo

You - Smooth Jazz Fusion Guitar Solo
 
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