Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

Smooth Surreal Music - The Saint, Tarzan and Alice’s Cat


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdP266RhKrg


When
I was a child
I wanted
to be a Saint
to feel
the ecstasy of dying

Then
I wanted to be
a missionary
to go
there and there
and everywhere

I wanted to be a visionary
able to see without eyes

I wanted to be Tarzan
to call out to elephants
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I wanted to be to be
Alice's cat to have his smile
a magic hat
to fly from a bald head
to the next one

A cow cow cow
who watches
the passing trains
from the meadow

a lion
silencing
the lies of life with his roarrrrr

Now now now
I am only
2 feathers
one that writes
another that flies
 
What does the fog smell like when it catches you?


what does the fog smell like when it catches you
what do some words smell like
or a laugh
or a gaze
what does a photo and its snapshot smell

what do the hours smell like
when they slip away
what the years smell like
the silences
memories

What does life smell like in a drawer
when you search inside

what does a closet smell like
and the clothes that sleep there hanging
what does yesterday smell like
when is it today

what does disenchantment smell like
among so many utopias and other received taming
 
What does the Clown smoke?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAzy7zCCLBA

Would like
to be a clown
making laugh my soul
my soul

Stop painting
landscapes
with closed eyes


To be smoke
of a cigarette
that you light, inhale, expel

Smoke and breath
dissipating at the same time

smoke and breath

I would like
to paint my face in white
deleting time
put on my lips
a smile
and a tear sleeping
in my eyes

I would like
to be the silence in a temple
the thought that transfuses me
the fruit and the tree
water for me

a word that portrays a way
hidden in the mist
 
That Rain

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=np1kYq5QDRg

It rains
It rains
in the night of my soul
while the hours walk
lost in the distance
It rains
It rains
in my eyes and in my face
a water of salt and almonds
that transforms me in nostalgia
that transforms me in nostalgia
And under that rain
the shadows are no longer shadows
but wells that are filled
with the echoes of my childhood
with the echoes of my childhood
it rains life
it rains crying
it rains seas of words
that are nothing today
it rains life
it rains crying
it rains seas of words
that are nothing today
It rains
In the kisses that I gave
that I gave gave gave
In the kisses that I gave
that I gave gave gave
 
A little sip of you


Today I have to visit my vampire
She is calling me
she needs my soul
to stay alive x2
she is my vampire

She looks so pale when I enter
into the fog of the perfume she emanates
to make me sleep and have a sip of me

She is just a flower of death in life
closed in the cave of my temples

Dressed in night and whispers
poor prisoner
with so much cold
into the hole of her heart
my vampire
she is just a flower of death in life

She is calling me
she needs my soul to stay alive
she is my vampire
 
27 Letters or the circle shrinks


While I browse through
the old phone book
that I found in a box lost in a wardrobe

Thunder rolls

the storm is close

the smell of ozone
itches my nose
hmmmm

I smile at reading some names
get surprised discovering
many others
that I did not remember

27 27 letters

a b c d e f g h
i j k l m n o p q

But Time packs everything together
without labels

I smile at reading some names
get surprised discovering
many others
that I did not remember
I don't remember

27 27 letters
 
But… Hell and Heaven have no doors…?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrFaEaYBp9A

Why do dreamers
lose their dreams
when they wake up?

there are robbers in their mirrors

Why the planets
are pursued by black holes

forced games of the unknown

This eternal role of everything
turning all living beings
into hunters
or into the food to hunt

Hell and Heaven have no doors
how to know if you go or come
among fire and wings

why why why

Why do dreamers
lose their dreams
when they wake up

there are robbers in their mirrors

Why the shadows
are alive under the ground
turning people into ghosts

This eternal role of everything
turning all living beings
into hunters
or into the food to hunt

Hell and Heaven have no doors
how to know if you go or come
among fire and wings
 
Asking for Love


Life wakes up
while removing the make up of Night
sounds here and there
spread around the house

I stay still by your side
as I watch the sunshine
slowly rise up the wall

My little dove is asking for love

I caress your back softly
and I tremble tremble tremble
at the thought of a tomorrow
without me or without you

I hug you tightly
I sink into your warmth
and in your breath
nothing else matter but this
and I stay listening to the dove
humming in my mind
her love song
 
Caresses kept in shyness


Raindrops undulate
the clouds and the sky caught in the puddles
under a dancing fog
that goes and comes around my soul

Memories are not enough
to paint my life

truth and lie talk to each other
inside all the past' drawers

Today I am lost in my landscape
looking for my shadow
to tie her to my feet and follow my way

Moments of many sides
steps on the edge of a knife
doors and roads lost in oblivion
thoughts and whispers
going to light or to perdition

Flowers for love and death
numbers that do not serve
everything is the way
the way the way the way
in my landscape

Today I am lost in my landscape
looking for my shadow
to tie her to my feet and follow my way
through ny landscape

my steps they go away
I have to follow them
pick up bitter things that prepare palate for any sweet
laughter in the air for no reason
dreams that perched on elusive shadows
caresses kept in shyness
everything that slipped through the cracks of each day
 
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
 
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
 
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
 
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
 
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
 
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