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Thread: Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

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    Re: The sound of dust

    Yes, this is a short from a poetry of Mora Amaro La Loba

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    Prolegomenus - Take 1 & Take 2 - Exotic Fusion - Jam Guitar Improvisations

    Prolegomenus - Take 1 - Exotic Fusion - Jam Guitar Improvisation

    https://vimeo.com/292621560

    Prolegomenus - Take 2 - Exotic Fusion - Jam Guitar Improvisation

    https://vimeo.com/292621710

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    That sleeping God - Original Song

    Sometimes a song can be a coat made of cold

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    Sometimes I wonder when I sink
    where do I fall
    why there is no background or color
    that gives shape to this abyss
    that suddenly envelops me
    with his coat made of cold
    with a coat made of cold

    And as I fall I look at that sky
    that is still there with its sun and its moon
    oblivious to my wounded bird beat
    oblivious to my wounded bird beat

    And while I fall I laugh
    trying a thousand and one moans
    thinking that maybe they wake up
    to that sleeping God
    to laugh with me
    to laugh with me

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    Everything happens inside - Original Song

    Everything happens inside - Original Song

    When you realize that you are a recipient of yourself.

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

    Sadness made of facts that move in memory,
    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
    Everything happens inside slowly, without haste

    Sadness made of facts that move in memory,
    putting in my retina a myriad of pale colors
    with the taste of salt

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    Mediterranean Woman - Smooth Latin Jazz Ballad

    Mediterranean Woman - Smooth Latin Jazz Ballad



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    Red Gibson ES-335 playing Nostalgic Smooth Jazz

    Those long roads - Nostalgic Smooth Jazz



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    Drawers - A very innocent song

    Drawers - A very innocent song

    When the drawers become all.

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    The cry of a painting - Canterbury Scene Style - Red Gibson ES-335

    The cry of a painting - Canterbury Scene Style - Red Gibson ES-335

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jkecpd2ObTQ

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    Mr. Doctor - She went to the doctor to change her heart - Nu Pop

    Mr. Doctor - She went to the doctor to change her heart - Nu Pop



    Mr. Doctor,
    pull out this pain,
    lock it into a rubber glove
    and throw it into the fire of what does not work

    Mr. Doctor,
    pull me this heart,
    wrap it into a rubber glove
    and keep it in some box.

    Put me some new eyes,
    Put me some new dreams,
    Make my mouth sing some song
    of those
    that make you dance to the beat of the drum

    Put me some new eyes,
    Put me some new dreams,
    Make my mouth sing some song
    of those
    that make you dance to the beat of the drum

    Mr. Doctor,
    Put in my hands a brush
    that knows how to paint the sun

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    A Moon without Sun - This strange song is built on a base of different styles

    A Moon without Sun

    This strange song is built on a base of different styles, a rhythmic fusion and very interesting lyrics. I recommend reading the lyrics listening to the song. Worth it.

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    Sometimes I see a river full of dreams…
    shipwrecked,
    and I count them one by one,
    one by one,
    wondering, wondering,
    why, why, why, why, why, why...

    Sometimes I dream of a river full of dreams…
    shipwrecked,
    shipwrecked, shipwrecked,
    and I count them one by one,
    one by one,

    as if they were little fish
    that go looking for their mother,
    for their mother...

    River of dreams
    shipwrecked,
    River of dreams
    Shipwrecked,
    shipwrecked, shipwrecked,

    River of lost dreams
    watering sleeping fields
    under a moon without sun
    that only gives them its cold,
    its cold, its cold,

    River of lost dreams
    watering sleeping fields
    under a moon without sun
    that only gives them its cold,
    its cold, its cold,

    River of past waters
    that nevertheless has a course
    and never stays dry
    or without fish to count,
    or without fish to count,

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