Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

"A suitcase full of things that hide from each other"

There are trips that you do not realize you're doing until you get to where you did not know you were going.

Regards,

Mora Amaro La Loba


I walk
walk
going to the Moon

I wear a skirt
of red flowers
that sway
between the folds
with the dance of my steps
and the swing of my suitcase
full of things
that hide
from each other

I cross halls
and many rooms
with its corridors that without meaning always take you
to some windows scattered between the ridges
of a labyrinth

on my way
way
going to the Moon

I walk
walk
going to the Moon

I wear a skirt
of red flowers
that sway
between the folds
with the dance of my steps
and the swing of my suitcase
full of things
that hide
from each other
 
The Rebel - A nude question - Nu Rock

The Rebel - A nude question - Nu Rock

When a question of always never has nor will have an answer ... What is it? What does it make us?
What is missing from DNA?


I'm looking
for that measure
that is mine

but the problem
comes from afar

I'm not good at math
I'm not good at math


My counts
do not have numbers
My counts
do not have numbers

I try a thousand ways
to adjust my waves
to the knowledge
of what is missing
of what is left over
of what weighs
of what drowns

of everything
that measure
without numbers

I am a rebel that fights
against the formula
that chains me
to ignorance
of myself

I am a rebel that fights
against the formula
that chains me
to ignorance
of myself
 
The roses of Luck - Nu Music

The windows are a recurring theme in my daydreams, they are the eye of my house, the eye by which I look at what there is and what there is not ... And many times it is the eye that looks in from the other side ...
And... how could I forget my clock, dragging the time, that slave condemned to measure himself through our passage.
And the roses, those flowers that usually get stained with your blood.

Enjoy!!:p

Mora Amaro La Loba


Leaning to the window
of my daily life

Leaning to the window
of my daily life

I stay there
without words
no concepts
or thoughts

watching how the wind ruffles the living things
and goes around the corners
and goes around the corners


While the clock sounds
I get lost in my mind
asking me
asking me
how many things
does a thought mean

how many invented words
has the soul


I am only eyes
that look at me
and feel with moments
that wet my retina x2


Leaning to the window
of my daily life

Leaning to the window
of my daily life

Watching how the wind ruffles the living things
and goes around the corners
and goes around the corners

and sometimes
sometimes
sometimes removes
thorns
from the roses of my luck

and sometimes
sometimes
sometimes removes
thorns
from the roses of my luck
 
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Always late - Time and its hand always create distance

Always late - Time and its hand always create distance


When the tomorrow will put things in place
that unknown seat in todays
I´ll feel I am another

free from that yesterday
so full of others
and so empty of me
and so empty of me
and so empty of me

And
in the
meantime
I´ll gather your things
I`ll smell your parfums
I´ll place your clothes
while I remember the walk
of your life
of your life
of your life

When the tomorrow
will give me another mirror
in which I only see me
aware
that I am always late
for knowledge
for knowledge
 
Like a paper When the dreams melt like a paper in the water…

Like a paper

When the dreams melt like a paper in the water…

Regards

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

Do you know?
Do you know?

Your so strange love
kills me every day
a little more
a little more

I die in your eyes
in your hands
in your kisses

In your mouth
in your breath
in your all

like a daisy dies
in the hands
of who looks for love
of who looks for love

The days
when you are sad
my dreams melt
like a paper
in the water
of your sadness

Do you know?
do you know?

Your so strange love
kills me every day
a little more
a little more

I die in your eyes
in your hands
in your kisses

In your mouth
in your breath
in your all

like a daisy dies
in the hands
of who looks for love
of who lools for love
 
The other side of my indifference

Indifference, a word full of emptiness

The other side of my indifference


The other side
of my indifference
is full of shadows
and words unsaid

The other side
of my indifference
is full of shadows
and words unsaid

And while the world
continues running
around an old sun,

And while the world
continues running
around an old sun,
an old sun,
an old sun,

I am trapped,
I am trapped
in a balloon
prisoner of the inertia

I am trapped
I am trapped
in a ballon
prisoner of the inertia

Following
Following
Following

Following a circle
and tied to a rope
attached
to some center

following a circle
and tied to a rope
attached to some center

Following
even having wings x 3

The other side
of my indifference
is full of shadows
and words unsaid

The other side
of my indifference
is full of shadows
and words unsaid

And while the world
continues running
around an old sun,

And while the world
continues running
around an old sun,
an old sun,
an old sun,

I am trapped,
I am trapped
in a balloon
prisoner of the inertia

I am trapped,
I am trapped
in a balloon
prisoner of the inertia...
 
The Night of Time - Nu Music

The Night of Time - Nu Music

Making this song I was thinking of those couples that over the years become their only universe ... and whose future is a border that will separate them. (Don't worry, it is only a song.)


The night of Time
changes the color
that surrounds us

Making magic
with all the deep moments
running through us
running through us

being still together
being still togehter
together

I take your hand
you understand
and smile at me

I take refuge
in your brown eyes
and I keep them, there,
and I keep them

There
where
I dream. x2

I am afraid
you are afraid
which one will be the first
which one will stay here

both of us
without each other

both of us
without each other
 
You’ll feel what fear is - A curse for those that the sun snatch from hearts, Imagine

You’ll feel what fear is - A curse for those that the sun snatch from hearts…. Imagine!


Bad news, bad news, bad news,
flying the streets
becoming clouds
watering me
with their dark drops,
watering me
with their dark drops

Bad news, bad news, bad news,
I try to smile
watching to sky
but this black rain
enters my skin
painting my beat
in rage, in rage, in rage and hate
hate
hate
hate

I curse you
you who sowed the hunger
I curse you
You who sowed the seed of pain
and oblivion

I curse you, I curse you, I curse you

When you'll be old
you'll be at the mercy of those
who covet your money

You'll feel
what fear is

when seeing certain gazes
hearing some whispers
and watching, watching, watching
how nervous hands
are playing, are playing, are playing,
with what keeps you alive
 
The caravan -Any question about life has answers full of imagination since everything

The caravan -Any question about life has answers full of imagination since everything would be worth


Regards,
Mora Amaro La Loba


Life
what can I do
you always nod
and all that happens
suits you

Life
what can I do

I am
a wax doll
under the fire of your eyes
I am a wax doll
under the fire of your eyes

I am
a caravan
crossing unnamed deserts
trying to fix the path
to guide all those
I am

Among so many dunes
of doubts
looking for unknown
words
that help my steps to fly
leaving the flames behind
that help my steps to fly
leaving the flames behind

Life
you are a beast
that made me guilty
having to kill for eating x 2

I am a wax doll
under the fire of your eyes
I am a wax doll
under the fire of your eyes
 
A point of light trembling in the eyes

A point of light trembling in the eyes

Autumn is coming and everything is prepared to fall asleep in the wake of the beat of that time, and being sensitive to the change, I leave this video-poem-song, son of the light that the rain gives.


What
is
sadness

Maybe
the heart
that becomes a bell
vibrating with the depth
that a tear can have

Maybe
the last breath
of a rose to the hand
that pulls it out of the earth
where its parfum was science

What
is
sadness

A point of light
trembling in the eyes

A colour surrounding you
made of grey and salt visages

A wave that becomes a thought
making you float
in a void
where the bitter
gives sensations
of a soft way of dying
 
The Black Mirror

The Black Mirror

There are mirrors and the Black Mirror...


Finally the time comes
to look for you in my mirror

Finally the time comes
to look for you in my mirror

How many moons
how many suns
between your time
and mine

but there are no hours
here
in the reflections side

but there are no hours
here
in the reflections side


I already feel the cold
that precedes your spectre
and leaves with no movement
the flame
of the white candles

the white candles

Cold, cold,
cold heart
Cold, cold,
cold eyes
cold perdition

Cold, cold,
cold heart
Cold, cold,
cold eyes
cold perdition


Sounds clock
sounds now
opens the door
to the limbo

Sounds clock
sounds now

Hook us up
with your needles
do not stop this soft dancing
even if we become ice

Cold, cold,
cold heart
Cold, cold,
cold eyes
cold perdition

Cold, cold,
cold heart
Cold, cold,
cold eyes
cold perdition
 
That woman wrapped in the smoke of a cigarette

That woman wrapped in the smoke of a cigarette in that house where everything happened…


Through the smoke
through the smoke
through the smoke
of my cigarette

I spy
I spy
I spy
your window

sitting on the steps
of a closed shop
in front your house

sitting on the steps
of a closed shop
in front your house

your house,
my home
your house

Your house
my home
that house where I grew up
surrounded by sweet ghosts

that house where I dreamed
in which I was forgotten
abused
erased
in which I was forgotten
abused
erased

Oh mummy, mummy
you was so blind
oh mummy, mummy
I was so child
Oh mummy, mummy
you was so blind blind blind blind

A tear slide down my face
I take it off with a swipe
it's not time to cry, no, no,
it's not time to cry

larara larara larirara


Through the smoke
through the smoke
through the smoke
of my cigarette

I spy
I spy
I spy
your window
 
The wake - That intangible mark of the lives of others we step on without realizing

The wake - That intangible mark of the lives of others we step on without realizing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DY-ew-4ltkc

I walk among the people
while the Autumn plays
with the wind

the hours seem being distracted
and the rhythm of life
becomes
alien to the watches

and the rhythm of life
becomes
alien to the watches

I hear unconnected phrases
as other solitudes
cross my path
leaving behind
the wake of their words
leavinf behind the wake of their words

opening under all feet
the sensations of the vertigo

opening under all feet
the sensations of the vertigo

There are cars,
jobs and mothers,
loves,
tears
and holydays,
dreams, promises, lies,
cats, dogs,
all the pets,

So much words
lost in the air
So much words
lost in the air
 
What is folie..? - Celtic Fusion - Original song by Mora Amaro La Loba

What is folie..? - Celtic Fusion - Original song by Mora Amaro La Loba and Marcus Nalgaber


I already feel the storm
that divides me
I already feel the storm
that divides me
multiplying me
in a thousand drafts
of mine
in a thousand drafts
of mine

Necessary characters
to survive
the hecatombe
to survive
the hecatombe

I am lost in my inside
there is no door nor window
to scape from the remaining time

from so close up
everything seems terrible
from so close up
everything seems terrible

Folie folie folie folie

Friend with a strange name
that makes me free from my reason

folie folie folie folie

I listen to my heart
I listen to my dreams
I listen to my voice
I listen to my laughter
et voila
c'est la folie
et voila
 
I am cold - A woman waiting for the sun surrounded by the winter among its dry leaves

I am cold - A woman waiting for the sun surrounded by the winter among its dry leaves


I'm cold
but I remain still
without even trying
to put on
my coat

I light a cigarette
and breathe its smoke
with anxiety
without knowing for sure
why
do I repeat that rite
that burns me
between its threads
that burns me
between its threads

I think of you
I think of me
surrounded by that cold
that covers me
stirring me
stirring me

The streets are empty
because of the winter breath
while
the leaves
roam
turning upside down
the order that there was before
before

And while I smoke
Time seems like a friend
who sat down to chat with me
of your silence
and mine
of your silence
and mine

I think of you
I think of me x2
 
The Ghost under the tree - The ghosts surround us, sometimes we can see them…

The Ghost under the tree - The ghosts surround us, sometimes we can see them… Have you ever seen one?


Regards
 
Like a moonless night - Something disturbing breaking the night

Like a moonless night - Something disturbing breaking the night


Regards,

Marcus
 
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