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Marcus Nalgaber

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  1. Roses or bananas or how desires do what they want

     

     

    Wishes scare me
    I am never ready
    it they come true

    they can be like an onion 
    how many tears
    blinding my eyes
    when removing
    all its layers
    until I find what I wanted

    They can be like a joke
    that  I don't understand
    'cause 
    it has been written 
    in another language

    Wishes are alive
    they change reality
    to do it their way

    Wishes are alive
    they changing reality
    to do it their way
    so far of mine

    They can also be 
    a broken pocket
    through with I fall

    on strange stairs
    leading up or down
    to the same door

    A window 
    on the other side of a mirror
    where left is right
    and right is left

  2. Everything happens inside, slowly, without haste... do we realize it?

     

     

    I refuse sadness
    and I look for the door 
    to the other side
    but pain is a key
    that everything hidden 
    It opens

    Sadness made of acts
    that move in memories
    putting in my retina
    a myriad of pale colors
    with the taste of salt

    And despite my smile 
    that becomes independent
    staying on my lips
    with the pride of madness

    everything happens inside
    slowly
    without haste

    Sadness made of acts
    that move in memories
    putting in my retina
    a myriad of pale colors
    with the taste of salt

  3. Blackbirds, curves and magpies, beyond their feathers, what do they represent?

     

     

    While I listen to the voice  of the  blackbird 
    I look at your face
    wondering 
    why why why
    it's impossible to change past

    I think of a thousand things 
    no clear thought stands out 
    from the crowd 
    that  stirs stirs stirs 
    in my mind
    screaming words 
    that cover each others

    everything could be so simple
    like the games of a child 
    but you 
    have made me grave
    of your dreams 
    and mine

    we are dead and alive
    under layers of time  
    turned into  stones
    over our heads

    while I listen to the voice of the blackbird
    singing singing singing
    to the night  
    to the  stars
    that are still  what they are
    inertia over inertia
    like our life

  4. In the oblivion of my flesh

     

     

    Sometimes sometimes sometimes
    when I look back 
    I realize that Time
    is an instant
    after another
    another another another

    It just happens
    and can shake your way
    like that foot
    that in the road
    kicks away a stone

    And so launched  I'll fly
    into mirror shards
    in the space of my dreams
    my dreams

    Surrounded by that music
    that one sings
    to ward off fear
    fear

    Sometimes
    I don't know why
    I am still a draft

    May be I can't change
    what is born like this x2

    May be may be may be
    I'll find the missing chip
    waiting for me
    one more time

    In the oblivion of my flesh
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  5. Smooth Jazz by Marcus Nalgaber

    Smooth Jazz by Marcus Nalgaber (1) Smooth Jazz Guitar Music by Marcus Nalgaber (1) Smooth Jazz Music

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0ubmMbEYSo

    Smooth Jazz by Marcus Nalgaber (2) Smooth Jazz Guitar Music by Marcus Nalgaber (2) Smooth Jazz Music

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFqgv32DhnY

    Smooth Jazz by Marcus Nalgaber (3) Smooth Jazz Guitar Music by Marcus Nalgaber (3) Smooth Jazz Music

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxjIjuJpkoo

    Smooth Jazz by Marcus Nalgaber (4) Smooth Jazz Guitar Music by Marcus Nalgaber (4) Smooth Jazz Music

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDyVQ3lww9A

  6. The corners of Night

     

     

    Night of echoes
    that appear in the ears
    with distant insistence

    Night of steps
    looking for themselves
    between own mists

    Night plagued with streets
    that only exist
    where dreams happen

    Night naked of everything
    speak to me from your shadows
    if you see me pass
    because time stoped but  
    I did not stop walking

    Night plagued with streets
    that only exist
    where dreams happen

    Night naked of everything
    speak to me from your shadows
    if you see me pass
    because time stoped but  
    I did not stop walking

  7. Like a moonless night

     

     

    I like the red
    I like lilac
    I like green and yellow
    but i'm dark
    like a moonless night
    like a moonless night

    I like blue
    I like ocher
    I like orange and gray
    but i'm dark
    like a moonless night
    like a moonless night

    I like to dive in the shadows
    Until I find that light
    that makes itself
    to iluminate certain senses
    of death and life
    there suspended
    in the void of my thinking

    void void void void
    you ask so much

    i love the dark
    it makes me look for light
    even a simple dot breaking the black

    void void void void
    you ask so much

  8. What can fit inside a suitcase?

     

     

    She opened the empty bottle of perfume
    to smell one more time
    the memory of love hidden there

    The suitcase was waiting 
    on the bed
    for that bottle that always 
    accompanied her
    her suitcase
    so full of voids and goodbyes

    Nothing was left in the closet
    the last sheet of the calendar 
    living there
    was already fallen
    taking away with it 
    those days so full of dark light
    and imposed sins

    There was no more sadness
    nor more excuses to hold on to for 
    not be better

    It's over it's over
    it's over

    No more knocking on the door of deserts

  9. The woman with a thousand faces

     

     

    She has a thousand names
    she has a thousand faces
    she is blonde
    brunette
    red head

    long hair
    short hair
    she is she is a spy
    a spy

    A dove among the foxes
    innocent and trusting
    a shadow that moves the silence
    sweet breeze from her trail
    in a hallway

    She escapes from danger
    by clinging to it
    doors and windows
    let her go out as if she were a witch

    She leaves words here and there
    and then she picks them up
    wrapped in a thousand words
    from other mouths and alien minds

    Plans maps and formulas
    live in her pupils
    painting her gaze
    in the shine of patent leather

    She can kiss with desire
    the lips of mighty
    while rummaging through their pockets

    Everything in her are secrets
    hidden between her temples
    that later she can sale

    She is she is a spy

    long hair
    short hair
    she is she is a spy
    a spy

    Plans maps and formulas
    live in her pupils
    painting her gaze
    in the shine of patent leather

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