Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The Mirror of Future

The future has so many colors that it can even make you change your race

Be well

[Marcus Nalgaber]

In the eyes of the cat - Nu Music

I always had a strange relationship with cats; they appeared in my life in unexpected moments, either in a group or alone crossing the street and running to rub on my legs as if they knew me, telling me, what? and always waking my alert.
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I look in the eyes of my cat, cat, cat,
and I feel trapped
by a spiral
made, made,
of blue and jade, jade,
of blue and jade, jade,

That cat that knows all my thoughts
and feels my senses
making me become a shadow
at the bottom of its gaze, gaze, gaze,

Dancing among other shadows that were me,
me, me,
at the time, time, time,
at the time, time, time...

That cat that knows all my thoughts
and feels my senses
making me become a shadow
at the bottom of its gaze, gaze, gaze,

making me become a shadow
at the bottom of its gaze, gaze, gaze, cat

dancing among other shadows that were me,
me, me,
at the time, time, time,
at the time, time, time...

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The corner that stole the wind

There is something that is not seen or touched but wraps us up bringing and carrying life, and that something is the wind, a formidable essence without which life could not exist. I hope you will enjoy the story, the song and the video.

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The wind no longer reaches the small corner of my world
the wind no longer reaches the small corner of my world,
It no longer brings rain or seeds or smells,
it no longer brings rain or seeds or smells,
The wind no longer reaches the small corner of my world
the wind no longer reaches the small corner of my world,
It no longer brings rain or seeds or smells,
it no longer brings rain or seeds or smells,

And my steps sink to the knees while I walk the path of my thoughts
looking for that corner t hat stole my wind
looking for that corner that stole my wind

The wind no longer reaches the small corner of my world
the wind no longer reaches the small corner of my world,
It no longer brings rain or seeds or smells,
it no longer brings rain or seeds or smells,

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Acoustic Backing Track in G

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNgx8HpEjHA

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[Marcus Nalgaber]

I dreamed I was cooking the Rabbit of Alice

A strange song, absurd lyrics, (it is a dream) and a repetitive music = a curious video and a tribute to pillows!

Regards!




I dreamed I dreamed I dreamed
I dreamed I dreamed I dreamed
....
I dreamed I was cooking the rabbit of Alice
I dreamed I was cooking the rabbit of Alice
but the Queen appeared
looking for the mirror the rabbit had hidden

I dreamed I was cooking the rabbit of Alice
but the Queen appeared
looking for the mirror the rabbit had hidden

I dreamed I dreamed I dreamed

I dreamed I was talking to God and His Father
I dreamed I was talking to God and His Father
but the rabbit came in from the pain of Oblivion

I dreamed, I dreamed,

so many stories,
so many Gods and rabbits,
so many Queens and mirrors
in a simple pillow

dreamed, I dreamed, ...
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[Marcus Nalgaber]

That God who drinks - Strange Song

It's funny. Why do you always look at the sky when you think about God? We are of the opinion (very personal, of course) that we really should close our eyes. I hope no one gets angry with the lyrics.



May be Life is just a juice that fills the glass
of a sad God who drinks to forget his solitude

and wodering about that mystery
of being or not being

I think I am a fruit fallen from the Apple tree He did
to become the magic water that softens
the emptyness of His abyss
the emptyness of His abyss

Strange sensation to feel me an apple that has to madurate before becoming the essence
He will drink later

I think I am a fruit fallen from the Apple tree He did
to become the magic water that softens
the emptyness of His abyss
the emptyness of His abyss

[Marcus Nalgaber]

There are many ways to live life, I like to hang it on the wall to be beautiful

Be well



I look at today
and I breath it
and I chew it
with everything I am,
and I chew it with everything I am

And meanwhile
I hang yesterday on the wall
trying to let it straight
and meanwhile
I hang yesterday on the wall
trying to let it straigth

That yesterday that was also today,
that yesterday that was also tomorrow,

Today, tomorrow, yesterday,
and meanwhile everything is time
that measures the lived, the hidden, the forgotten, the ignored,
that measures the lived, the hidden, the forgotten, the ignored,

Today, tomorrow, yesterday
and meanwhile everything is time
that measures the lived, the hidden, the forgotten, the ignored,
that measures the lived, the hidden, the forgotten, the ignored,

[Marcus Nalgaber]

These dates are a whirlwind of sensations, a hand that takes you and brings you through memories and makes you discover that the past is a canvas on which we paint our gestures with a brush that has its own imagination.

Merry Christmas!

https://vimeo.com/307850810


There are moments
that seem have been written
by a hand
that is not yours
no no no
no

There are moments
that even
keeping you inside
make you feel you are
at another site
make you feel you are
at another site

As if they were the answer
of the Tarot
to a question
you did not know
you did
you did not know
you did

Nothing stops when it happens
nothing
nothing

Moments
that feel your present
with that one
you did not know
you was,

with that one
you did not know
you was

Moments,
moments,
moments...

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Those streets of the city

https://vimeo.com/308623830

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[Marcus Nalgaber]

The lake of life

https://vimeo.com/308729413

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