Onacarom - Music Video Art

The neckline of the night has so much secrets...


(approx. translation)

I go tied to a kite
clinging to its rope
trying that my feet do not lose a shoe
trying that my feet do not lose a shoe

I cross life quickly
trying not to fall
prisoner of the winds
the moments inspire me
prisoner of the winds
the moments inspire me

I give name to the stars
illuminating the neckline
of the Night of the Gods,
of the Night of the Gods

I am filling with gestures, words and events
that orbit within me
Parallel Universe
that I see only in my dreams
Parallel Universe
that I see only in my dreams

How difficult to know how to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope to grab it

How difficult to know how to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope to grab it
 
How tremendous is love - Through the hallways of a painting


I dreamed
I dreamed
you were calling me
I was looking for you
through the hallways
of a painting
holding on the wall
of a living room

I dreamed
I found the shadow
of your steps
in front of
a closed door

And when I opened it
your picture was
on a lost corner
of a street with no houses

I dreamed
I dreamed
we were two,
three,
thousand,

A crowd that hugged and kissed
under a rain
taht did not fall

How tremendous is love
among so many you and me
 
Broken Glass - A laboratory, a trial…


Even not forgetting
I forget you

Love
is a continuous trial
in a laboratory
full
of broken glass x2

where the Today
when sinking
transforms the Yetrerday
in a raft
for castaways x2

But
meanhwile
you always touch the success
even for a second
of gold
 
The rose in the copper vase - She entered dressed in her timidness


The rain fell slowly
as if not wanting to
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind
that the heat left behind

She entered
through the open window
sifting with ther timidness
the penumbra now
already cool
already cool. x2

The houses
and things
were still
still still
letting themselves
be touched
by her presence

and the drowsy time looked at her
like a child like a child

No one spoke
only she sang
and more than sing
she hummed
a slow tune
that moved
the feeling

What fragrance

her drops gave off
shiny and pale
fresh
like a young rose
that perfumes the sitting room
in a copper vase
 
On the ceiling of my room - What could have been yet it has been


After talking to you
I fell strange
strange
strange

My words
become undone
and they get lost
in unrelated letter
roamong my state

And
so
lost
in the parenthesis
I contemplate
hopw
the light
filtering through the slits of the blind
projects the street full of lives of others
on the ceiling
of my room

I think about what could have beenç
and yet it has been
at least those minytes
talking to you
it has been it has been it has been i
t has been

I inspire the moment
not to get caught
by the stream of what is gone

and I think about
my diairy
where my hand will write things
that I did not know
 
Caving - With my voice in your ears

Be safe!


I'm sad
I am sad

i hear you talking
but i don't listen to you

I get lost
in the corners
and drawers
of the dark of yourself
when pronouncing
her name

I'm sad
I am sad

i hear you talking
but i don't listen to you

I get lost
in the corners
and drawers
of the dark of yourself
when pronouncing
her name

I'm sad
I am sad

and when you ask me
what you already know
a strange vertigo
opens in my belly
throwing me into a void
that doesn't exist
throwing me into a void
that doesn't exist

When

You insist
you insist
you insist
I give up
and open my mouth
to let the hate that rides me out

Caving
caving
caving
with my voice in your ears
seing that you are still the shadow
of the man
that you were

caving
caving
caving
 
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