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Portada editada en photoroom usando de fondo una imagen original
Fotografía Original tomada con Sony Xperia Xz
Hello friends. I'm pleased to once again be making music content for the Hive blockchain. For those of you who know me a little bit or have seen some of my content, you know that music is what I am really passionate about. I have previously participated in other editions of the Hive Music Festival, but this time I want to share something of more substance. I want to show you my side as a composer. Although I usually do covers when I make music videos for Hive, I am also passionate about writing and making my own songs, in fact it's what I do best, composing and singing my own songs. In musical projects that I have and where I have participated before, I have always had the opportunity to make my own music and lyrics, so I hope that this time you can take a look, or rather eye and ear to my presentation.
"A veces" Una canción surrealista sobre el desamor
"Sometimes" A surreal song about heartbreak
I have a way of making lyrics for my songs, and the truth is that I like to play with words, add nonsense, absurd poetic elements, beautiful and grotesque at times, but following a general idea that in this case is the nostalgia of a lost love.
I want to take this opportunity to offer my greetings and thanks to those who have made this music festival possible in Hive. I also wish the best of success to all the participants and make it clear that the most important thing is to share what we do and the love for music which is what unites us all
SOMETIMES (LYRICS)
Sometimes I think I'm there
Drinking the liquor of silence
Sometimes I feel that I didn't feel
When the years slipped away.
In the crowd I get lost
A straggler in the shoal
The habitants of the past
Are good conversationalists.
I am watering in solitude
In the lake of the great ordeal
Sometimes I feel I lost you
Because I lost myself first
In the crowd I'm lost
A straggler in the shoal
The downpours of the past
They didn't stop in the memory.
I am the barking at the funeral
Of our lost promises.
The souls sleep in the doorway
The birds peck at my wound
When you make your life in the future
Remember my lost laughterWhen you feast with me
Remember my Florida tongue.
Fotografía Original
Gracias por apoyar mi contenido. Las imágenes son todas originales, la portada editada en la App Móvil Photoroom y el texto fue traducido en www.deepl.com
Thank you for supporting my content. The images are all original, the cover edited in the Photoroom Mobile App and the text was translated at www.deepl.com .
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