Marcus Nalgaber

The Barriers of my Feelings - Instrumental Guitar Poem Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Jazz Guitar & Bossa-Nova - Two Jazz Guitar Improvisations Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Saturn's Rings - Guitarist Music Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Night Man Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

She thought it was Friday it was a strange day not good not bad no definition to describe it i thought it was Friday it was a strange day dressed in blue the hours passed wrapped in ether and i rambled mounted on words and more words i thought it was Friday it was a strange day in chiaroscuro full of whispers going around my head surrounded by mist i thought it was Friday it was a strange day similar to a game within a game everything was on the other side sailing in a sea asphalt and cracks i thought it was Friday The rules changed behind the crystals of my dreams i thought it was Friday

Honest Guitar Comparisons - Honest Guitar Reviews - Honest Guitar Tests - (No Talking) Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Dirty Playing - Open 23 hours Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Between day and night - 100% Smooth Jazz Guitar Improvisation Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Virtual Travellers - Blues Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Turtle dove is flying over our heads - Jazz Fusion Guitar Improvisation Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

I was playing the guitar with a gentle breeze on my face Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Gibson ES-335 Custom Shop - Playing Sound Tests Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Blue Funky Fusion Regards, 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?