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Hello, I’ve released a new spoken-word, 11 tracks EP in Spanish. It’s titled “Diferencial: Tuvo un Día Triste” (Differential: He had a sad day). This EP is composed of poems that I wrote, based on love and heartbreak with the point of view of someone who has a mental health condition. It deals with topics…
An idea of you Abstract Sometimes, incomplete I search for you, but I the end I press “delete” You’re a complicated riddle Full of metaphors And analogies I wish for you and I To become an anthology I question myself too much I ask for your whereabouts I’m always filled with my doubts But you’re…
Music is no the same without you It truly isn’t It feels meaningless It feels empty Please, listen to these songs The ones I write about you Where I tell you how much I miss you With metaphors and symbols Music is not enough when you aren’t here When we share songs together…
Silent Me (Get Out) Our silences Nothing damaged us more than our silences Our fears of saying what we needed, what we wanted The words could not form in our throats We couldn’t say anything I did not say anything Our unspoken problems Our insecurities Our desires Our pains I closed the…
I was feeling frustrated I was not alone And I just needed space But I did not told you so I chose to keep silence And there I was, faking that I was fine A hurricane of anger But still, I made you a nice breakfast Two eggs, sunny side up, fresh spinach and ham,…
Without anything else to say I’ve decided to write about you For the last time And with pain in my heart You are just like me.
You and I created a mountain Made of rocks of love and distance Bushes of hugs and feelings We build a hard resistance We went high, very high Reaching the sky Creating a new life Turning darkness into light Suddenly, after a long time Our apex, our top became cold Full of ice Our mountain…
“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…
I’m submissive, but not a victim. You are dominant, but still not a master. Sometimes, the joy of my heart turns me into a dominant monster. Other times, the sorrow of my unstable existence diminish the mirror. The reflection I have with other souls, other ideas. That means that I’m weak and like a sponge…
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