Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

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
 
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.

Regards


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,
 
In the eyes of the cat - Nu Music

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.
Regards


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...
 
The corner that stole the wind

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.

Be well


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,
 
I dreamed I was cooking the Rabbit of Alice

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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That God who drinks - Strange Song

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
 
And meanwhile I hang yesterday on the wall

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,
 
A hand that is not yours

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...
 
They were falling one after another

Of course you can paint with words.
Happy New Year!!!

https://vimeo.com/201212961


Little daisy that pops up
among other flowers
little daisy that pops up
among other flowers,

curious and timid
like a little girl,
curious and timid
like a little girl,

little girl
with her heart full of sun
little girl
with her heart full of sun

eternal prophecy of love
with its so white petals
eternal prophecy of love
with its so white petals

he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not

eternal prophecy of love
with its so white petals
eternal prophecy of love
with its so white petals

he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not

eternal prophecy of love
with its so white petals
 
The Moth - A strange story

The Moth - A strange story

"Like the moth against the light that seems a refuge…"

We hope you will enjoy this rare song/story/video
Regards

https://vimeo.com/311352484


His movement was continuous
for him
everything was a moment

and more than living
he was burning
with the strength
of the demented shipwrecked
that swims
even on earth

and more than living
he was burning
with the strength
of the demented shipwrecked
that swims
even on earth

His movement was continuous
for him
everything was a loss

even of that
he would never have had
an impulse
that throws the moth
against the light
that seems a refuge
and that makes it

become a flame
become a flame

against the light
that seems a refuge
and that makes it
become aflame
become a flame

There was no night
there was no day
and everything
happened
as if it had been written
by a hand
that transformed the past
in the web
of a spider
that never released his steps.
 
The walls of Limbo - rare song

Limbo, that place full of nothing in which it is easy to get lost

https://vimeo.com/313605112


The train was going fast
leaving the night behind
and the rhythm of its sound
awoke sleepy echoes
on the walls of that limbo

the train was going fast
leaving its lament behind

and I devoured time
wrapping it in my eyes
to look for its secrets
to look for its secrets

And the hours
stretched
under the gaze of that sun
that so many shadows
erased
in the heartbeat of today

Shadows and light
fighting
while my life continues running
through that clock
that is not mine
through that clock
that is not mine
 
The red curtains - A dangerous story

The red curtains - A dangerous story

Innocence, that fragile and transparent envelope that many want to break

https://vimeo.com/316675144

She searched in her memory
the innocence
she had
when she was a child
a child
a child

But feels suddenly
lost
between red curtains
Red curtains
Red curtains
Red curtains

She searched inside
the innocence she had
when she was a child
a child
a child

Wondering
what happened
to that little girl
hiding
behind the curtains
hiding
behind the curtains

escaping from the thief
who was looking for the Angel
that was living
among her clothes
that was living
among her clothes

What is innocence
for those
who break it
what is innocence
for those rotten souls ... x2

She searched inside
the innocence
she had
when she was a child
a child
a child

But feels suddenly
lost
between red curtains
Red curtains
Red curtains
Red curtains

What is innocence
for those
who break it
what is innocence

Best regards,

Mora
 
The ghost - Mystery Song

The ghost - Mystery Song

There are songs that are born out of certain experiences that leave you shipwrecked in the middle of a sea of bewilderment and disappointment, and this song is one of those, a little revenge without rhyme or reason but which I really enjoyed thinking... If ...

https://vimeo.com/252344512

As if I were a ghost
so I see you
as if I were a ghost
so I see you
from far
close up

As if I were a ghost
so I see you
as if I were a ghost
so I see you
from far
close up

Intangible
but true
sad and amazed
seeing that you want
to steal my soul

and while
you put
your hands
in my treasures
I prefer
to live naked
so as not
be tempted
to dress
with what I am not
 
The well - Nu Music

Everything was true, everything was a lie


I discovered
Universe
one night
lost
in my yesterday
when
I was lying
on the top of a well
on the top of a well

All the things
were stars
giving depth
to the sky

Everything was true
everything was a lie
under
that shining dark
under
that shining dark

I walked
on the lost stones
that
night
lost
in my yesterday

through the mirror
that lived in the fog
through the mirror
that lived in the fog

And I talked to the ghosts
of those that I loved
I danced with the shadows
of time that swims in peace
through the water
through the water
of my tears x2
 
In the corner of the night

In the corner of the night

Night plagued with streets that only exist where dreams happen…

See you!


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
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 stopped
but I did not stop
walking
but I did not stop
walking
 
The doubt - Nu Music

The reality of fiction is so incredible that it has created the future..
This thought is just a present, It has nothing to do with the video. Enjoy it!



What is a doubt?
doubt?

it has no face
it has no mouth

what is a doubt?

a key
that opens doors

it's just obsession

Obsession

Doubt

Such a small word
to describe
what is immense

What is a doubt?

Doubts
doubts

Having no face
I feel your gaze
having no mouth
I feel your breath

You are a poison
clutched to my senses

You are obsession

riding my thoughts
my hands
my steps

You are obsession

Letting me blind
among spies
letting me nude
among cold knives x2

You are a poison
clutched to my senses

you are obsession

Letting me blind
among spies
letting me nude
among cold knives x2

You are a poison
clutched to my senses

You are obsession
 
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