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A blogpost about what I do to not be creating art, and how to stay unhappy.
“You can only help people feel better about their life, but you cannot take on yourself their struggles because that’s not your load to bear.” I’d like to take a moment to be mindful. Without my own struggles I wouldn’t have the strength to know that I can push through at the end. To begin…
https://www.beatstars.com/beat/pandemia-y-desamor-88bpm-5658753 I’d like to start with some updates since my last post: I feel back to normal from my severe insomnia that I had for months. Now I have a more structured day and normal hours. I’ve been making music regularly and I’ve reached a point where I decided to move forward to the next…
It’s been 12 years since I started this path. Mental illness wasn’t the problem. The struggle was how to regain my confidence and self-esteem after the first onset of symptoms. In retrospect, I felt like an observer. I was aware of my surroundings and the people around me. The constant struggle to try to belong…
I’d like to share with you a playlist with some songs I’ve made during the summer. I’ve been practicing and learning how to produce hip-hop. My goal is to produce the LoFi genre. It has been an interesting and enjoyable process for the most part. There’s much to learn, and not much time on my…
Where you been? I was longing for your return Waiting for my turn To share with you my dream A dream about a place Full of music and light Where I had to inevitably embrace The beauty in your eyes When you look at me And ask me why I answer nothing I have nowhere…
Exploring new sounds and emotions through music is important to me. I’m revisiting lyrics and ideas in Spanish, as reflected on my last spoken word record. This turned into my new project: phantasiis. This project of mine is going to be entirely in Spanish, my first language. There’s something in me that I want to…
During the night I feel them Coming thirsty Eating my will and confidence A thousand hands Reaching to my mind Touching my fears Tempting with my life A voice speaking “Good night” Until I fall sleep Nightmares rising Waking alone Full of marks and scars Inside my thoughts I’m becoming An outsider of my own…
“I remember the blood on the walls. The painting on the wall, it was her, the maiden with the black dress. It was her gaze, her black eyes that looked at me. The red was everywhere. I can’t forget it. I was laying on the floor, anxious and paranoid. And then, I saw hell on…
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