Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

[Marcus Nalgaber]

20 minutes of vintage electric guitar riffs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUtVPb5JAvg

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Surreal Guitar Music - Spatial Funk - Vintage Psychedelic Guitar Ideas by Marcus Nalgaber

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDKYoedQ2d8

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Lost in the trash of Past?



I kept in my eyes
the light that touched you
just before your goodbye

I kept in my heart
the silence that remained
when the door closed

closed

goodbye

and when the clock
in the hall
announced midnight
I had become a paper
forgotten in the trash
of your past

I go

I come

between the furniture
everything is jail
in my darkness

I am a drowned ghost
in the well of the past
looking for you without findin

[Marcus Nalgaber]

MALL - Airport Terminal

Best Regards

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Pop Rock Music: Artificial Ignorance/Dark Moon/Any Given Day

Pop Rock - Artificial Ignorance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4iPujfs1aE
Funky - Dark Moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c05hvZTqrEU
Techno - Any Given Day
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sefTxVguwnA

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Smooth Jazz Music: Bungalow 315/Around the World/Virtual Traveller/Bendita Casualidad

Smooth Jazz - Bungalow 315
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdZ7G6HAlBc
Smooth Jazz - Around the world
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6lz4HiEVwY
Jazz Fusion - Virtual Traveller
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7u3W28De2jk
Latin Jazz - Bendita Casualidad
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ge-3ciAxSh0

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Ambient Music: Antidote/Bridges/Deja Vu/Airport Terminal/

Ambient - Antidote
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0D_xB5fTXT8
Ambient - Bridges
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYI3rYSYkvY
Ambient - Deja Vu
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnfeOLgDegg
Ambient - Airport Terminal
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJM0vIMF_H8

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Surely more than one of you have felt like this at some time, like a Fly on the tongue of a Frog



There is no
movement
in my mind
nor words
looking for more words
my thoughts are dead
while I watch
the walls
the lamp
the sleeping clock
and that closed door
that makes me feel
like a fly
on the tongue
of a frog
at the mercy
of the voracious appetite
of the end of a dream

Where is my essence?
The bottle containing it
now is broken
only a slight aroma remains,
so diffuse...

How to stop this reality
when Yesterday is dressed in badly laid bricks

How to retrace a path
lost in a discarded draft

How to avoid those stones that I trip over
even having changed my way

how how how

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The Spell



I hunt rays in the storms
while truth burns behind
that truth that is already smoke
and that you will never know

nothing will come out of my mouth
nothing to break the glass
of the mirror in whose spell
you and me look at us

I hunt rays in the storms
while mouths of past
drown
in the evaporated water
that escaped from the flames

Nothing more fits in that mirror
but the earth and sky of your kisses
and the water and fire of my clouds