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The thoughts of an Oyster Regards, Marcus
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Woman's Secrets - Acoustic music scenes recorded only with the Neumann U87 All poems and voices by Mora Amaro La Loba All music and guitars by Marcus Nalgaber 00:00 La lluvia caía despacio 03:57 Cuando me preguntas 07:02 Cómo se aburre la tarde 09:59 La lágrima 11:41 El bosque 15:07 El silencio 17:04 Aquel árbol 19:51 Metidita en mis zapatos 20:52 Palomita mía 23:11 Hacía frío 25:47 Amigo 27:38 Acércate 29:48 Tras los cristales 31:34 Una vez te vi llorar 33:28 La vida a mi alrededor 35:06 Por qué tu no me besas amor...? 37:38 Pequeña Margarita 38:19 Quisiera cumplir la promesa 40:30 El tiempo que pasa 42:37 Yo no sé 44:12 Al hablar del mar 47:07 La risa
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Behind the Window Poem and Voice: Mora Amaro La Loba Music and Guitars: Marcus Nalgaber Behind the window the trees sway calmly like seaweeds under sleeping waters and the greenness going to and fro calms me down and gives me hope. Their coloured leaves fan the air slowly and their sound silences the mixed noises that the overwhelmed city certainly sends forth. The large and simple room gives me shelter protecting with its serene whiteness the repose of my ill body and t time that goes by peeks through the branches spying on all the fear that my gaze has. Regards, Marcus
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Poetry and Guitar Aquel Árbol Regards, Marcus
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I am puzzled, puzzled, puzzled I am puzzled puzzled puzzled cooking a tender chicken with my dove on my hat in my so white kitchen while the news talk about the war as if it were a football match I am puzzled puzzled puzzled I understand everything from so much understanding my mind and my heart clash despite knowing that nothing will avoid the inevitable I am one of those who think that if everything exists everything must happen I am puzzled puzzled puzzled as space expands looking for its meaning x2 I am puzzled puzzled puzzled everything goes further taking me behind like a shadow searching the foot that ties her to existence in tisgame that has no sense the bad and the good are swimming between my blood and my thoughts while all fhe formulas happen here and there and eveywhere as space expands looking for its meaning
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The clock rings and she jumps out of the bed the clock rings she jumps out of bed she washed she combs she drinks the coffee paints her lips puta on the gloves puts on the coat and runs down the stairs and goes out on the street She turn the corner cross the sidewalk and looks for his face among the people accompanying in the bus stop maybe he won't come today maybe he can't today but there he is that man with sad eyes and kisses for give on his mouth The bus arrives and they both sit one behind the other without knowing that both long for each other in that route that unites and disunites them half an hour
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I am still a woman I did not know that to live I had to die so many times you were the one that taught me that you could steal my soul each time you drank my kisses and that hell has no door it just appeared suddenly in your gaze and in your mouth you are the god who undid me and remade me by putting on a tin heart like yours but you can't avoid that the hole in which it dwells remember what it is to feel I'm still a woman I'm melody wood to make beams and chalk to paint windows in the darkness of a corner I'm still a woman full of strength to get out of myself
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05:55:49 of Melodic Guitar Licks Regards, Marcus
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Night of echoes Night of echoes that appear in the ear with distant insistence Footsteps looking for themselves among their own mists Night full of streets that only exist where dreams are lost Night that reveals the depth of the dark around the light of a street lamp Naked night of everything tell me if you saw me pass because Time stopped but I didn't stop walking I saw a woman that without running ran dressed in the sadness that a lost girl has