Marcus Nalgaber

With the heart in the hands Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

I dreamed that I played a blue guitar Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Everything good is free? Everything good is free the air fresh or warm when you need it that apple on the tree the strawberry of the forest so tender dressed in soft wet pink a suden smell of something that takes you traveling the sound of wings over your head a smile with someone on the street a happy whistle climbing the balconies Everything good is free the water of the river cooling your heat the voice of sea talking to wind the grass when it has been cut the shadow of the tree the song of the blackbird the moon painting in silver the rooftops twilight and its nameless colors the sun in a hurry when it's going out of scene Everything good is free Thanks!!

☕ Onacarom Café Music ☕ Jazz Coffee Music ☕ Jazz Café Music ☕ Jazz Guitar Relaxing Café Music ☕ https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLqkZkoXbumbksBEdBf8zYOpVA6MPplQ_k Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Smooth Jazz - A Gentle Sunrise Regards, Marcus

Smooth Jazz - A quiet sunset in New York Regards, Marcus

Smooth Jazz - An unexpected visit changed my life Regards, Marcus

Smooth Jazz - Life begins to day for both - Guitar improvisation with Gibson L4 Ces Regards, Marcus

Aia - Skate Board Fantasy Regards, Marcus

Where are my hands? maybe when night and day are already company loneliness becomes a visit that does not bother and the lights and the shadows are surrealist painters of life maybe I'm already a drawer of yesterday in which others look for memories Maybe those strange birds that turn into wisps of black smoke as they come out of my mouth, are the silent cry of my thought, barren as a soundless instrument Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe everything has a meaning beyond this side everything is maybe right now a moment that more than a moment is a sea of questions Maybe Maybe Maybe maybe I am the reins of my life but where are my hands?

Acércate - Come closer come closer and let me look at you peek with me into the warmth of our eyes and let me find one more time, the light that shines in them, sun of the soul that gives me life by touching me . Bring your breath to mine and, without kissing, let me wish it imagine it, moment that becomes eternal... Thirsty for you from your mouth, fire that springs from fire. come closer, and let me see in your face, all your faces from yesterday, and tomorrow, make my gesture a mirror, and hug me in silence, slowly, that the feeling becomes complete, image that will remain in time, Love that I have for your love. ©Mora Amaro La Loba -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- La visita - The visit Suddenly a smell of fruit captured my nose and the mystery of its presence made me peek at the moment to rummage in it. That visit... hat grabbed my hand to take me to a forest of orange trees to search through the leaves that "I" that stayed there surrounded by air that looks like water, rocking blurring numbing nostalgia the beauty yesterday ©Mora Amaro La Loba -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cosas - Things I would like to invent words so to can talk about those things that have no name today Things I mix with and as a thing I disappear engulfed between so much time things that smell like bodies and everything that has happened in its particular moment things, things, What a vague word to define so much invent! I would like so many invented things that I invent myself despite being nothing among so many living things and so many things happened things, things, What a vague word to define so much invention! ©Mora Amaro La Loba -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- La lágrima - The Teardrop The teardrop, trembling irresolutely, finally fell, furtive and timid, sweeping away with it the many others that were waiting, heaped together and confused, and the weeping turned into a sea, sea that flooded the soul with pain and tense calmness, salty and bitter sadness that escapes and that sometimes does not even have any hope. ©Mora Amaro La Loba Besos - Kisses Life goes on with her parade of true but amazing things Life goes on with her parade of true but amazing things and meanwhile prisoner of that time that everything drags and engulfs I love you I love you I love you I love you Love that takes away the weight of the print of the years and makes me look in the mirror to search in my mouth the trace of your kisses Kisses full of so much that I get lost when remembering them Kisses full of so much that I get lost remembering them your kisses your kisses ©Mora Amaro La Loba

Something as intimate as twilight - Emotional ballad Regards, Marcus

Llueve - It rains It rains It rains in the night of my soul while the hours walk lost in the distance It rains It rains in my eyes and on my face a water of salt and almonds that turns me into nostalgia. and under that rain, the shadows they are no longer shadows, but wells filled with the echoes of my childhood. It's raining. It rains in the light of my life, over the tree of my dreams, and in the kisses that I gave. it rains life, it rains tears, it rains seas of words that are nothing in today ©Mora Amaro La Loba

The sensuality of a Medieval Lady Regards, Marcus

The Premonitions of a Camel - Hot and Melting Guitar Fusion Regards, Marcus

Spanish Guitar in the Nature - Original music and guitars playing by Marcus Nalgaber Regards, Marcus

An Afternoon of Summer A Night in the Sea A Magic and Mysterious Site Regards, Marcus

Storm in June - Acoustic Guitar Improvisation in E Dorian - G# A B C# D# E F# Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

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As in the convents I look inside of me there is only silence as in the convents I walk corridors corridors corridors where the memories walk in line I go counting doors one two and open three a naked woman prays before a cradle dark tears paint her cheeks white wings hang from a chair while her crying becomes sea under his knees She looks at me and I look at her she has my face and I hers I look inside of me mirror shards they rain from the roof everything is done and I start again to remake the glass of my reflection for when I look in my inside

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