Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

As in the convents


I look inside of me
there is only silence
as in the convents

I walk corridors
corridors corridors
where the memories
walk in line

I go counting doors
one two and open three
a naked woman prays
before a cradle

dark tears
paint her cheeks
white wings
hang from a chair
while her crying
becomes sea
under his knees

She looks at me
and I look at her
she has my face
and I hers

I look inside of me
mirror shards
they rain from the roof
everything is done

and I start again
to remake the glass
of my reflection
for when I look in my inside
 
Llueve - It rains


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 on my face
a water of salt and almonds
that turns me into nostalgia.

and under that rain,
the shadows
they are no longer shadows,
but wells filled
with the echoes of my childhood.

It's raining.
It rains in the light of my life,
over the tree of my dreams,
and in the kisses that I gave.

it rains life,
it rains tears,
it rains seas of words
that are nothing in today


©Mora Amaro La Loba
 
Acércate - Come closer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TKaxXyHIvc

come closer
and let me look at you
peek with me into the warmth of our eyes
and let me find
one more time,
the light that shines in them,
sun of the soul that gives me life by touching me .

Bring your breath to mine
and, without kissing,
let me wish it
imagine it,
moment that becomes eternal...

Thirsty for you
from your mouth,
fire that springs from fire.

come closer,
and let me see in your face,
all your faces from yesterday, and tomorrow,
make my gesture a mirror,
and hug me in silence,
slowly,
that the feeling becomes complete,
image that will remain in time,

Love that I have for your love.


©Mora Amaro La Loba
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La visita - The visit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbAApC8PerQ

Suddenly a smell of fruit captured my nose
and the mystery of its presence
made me peek at the moment
to rummage in it.

That visit...

hat grabbed my hand
to take me to a forest of orange trees
to search through the leaves
that "I" that stayed there
surrounded by air
that looks like water,

rocking
blurring

numbing nostalgia
the beauty
yesterday


©Mora Amaro La Loba
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Cosas - Things

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOafRQvo598

I would like to invent words
so to can talk about those things
that have no name today

Things I mix with
and as a thing
I disappear engulfed between so much time

things that smell like bodies
and everything that has happened
in its particular moment

things, things,
What a vague word to define so much invent!

I would like so many invented things
that I invent myself
despite being nothing
among so many living things
and so many things happened

things, things,

What a vague word to define so much invention!

©Mora Amaro La Loba
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La lágrima - The Teardrop

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AGVpPVrBvk

The teardrop,
trembling irresolutely,
finally fell, furtive and timid,
sweeping away with it
the many others that were waiting,
heaped together
and confused,

and the weeping turned into a sea,
sea that flooded the soul
with pain and tense calmness,
salty and bitter sadness
that escapes and that sometimes
does not even have any hope.

©Mora Amaro La Loba
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Besos - Kisses

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wneRh4cnVB4

Life goes on
with her parade
of true
but amazing things

Life goes on
with her parade
of true
but amazing things

and meanwhile
prisoner of that time
that everything drags and engulfs
I love you I love you I love you I love you

Love
that takes away the weight of the print of the years
and makes me look in the mirror
to search in my mouth
the trace of your kisses

Kisses
full of so much
that I get lost when remembering them
Kisses
full of so much
that I get lost remembering them

your kisses your kisses

©Mora Amaro La Loba
 
Where are my hands?


maybe
when night and day are already company
loneliness becomes a visit that does not bother

and the lights and the shadows
are surrealist painters of life


maybe
I'm already a drawer of yesterday
in which others look for memories

Maybe
those strange birds
that turn into wisps of black smoke
as they come out of my mouth,
are the silent cry of my thought,
barren as a soundless instrument

Maybe Maybe Maybe

Maybe
everything has a meaning beyond this side
everything is maybe right now
a moment that more than a moment
is a sea of ​​questions

Maybe Maybe Maybe
maybe I am the reins of my life
but where are my hands?
 
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Everything good is free?


Everything good is free

the air
fresh or warm when you need it

that apple on the tree
the strawberry of the forest
so tender
dressed in soft wet pink

a suden smell of something
that takes you traveling

the sound of wings over your head
a smile with someone on the street
a happy whistle climbing the balconies

Everything good is free

the water of the river
cooling your heat

the voice of sea talking to wind
the grass when it has been cut

the shadow of the tree
the song of the blackbird

the moon painting in silver the rooftops
twilight and its nameless colors
the sun in a hurry when it's going out of scene

Everything good is free

Thanks!!
 
She thought it was Friday


it was a strange day
not good not bad
no definition to describe it

i thought it was Friday

it was a strange day
dressed in blue
the hours passed wrapped in ether

and i rambled
mounted on words
and more words

i thought it was Friday

it was a strange day
in chiaroscuro
full of whispers
going around my head
surrounded by mist

i thought it was Friday

it was a strange day
similar to a game within a game

everything was on the other side
sailing in a sea
asphalt and cracks

i thought it was Friday

The rules changed behind the crystals of my dreams

i thought it was Friday
 
Nude on the Street


Last night I dreamed of me
I was nude on the street
trying to fly up to the top of a tree

The bells of a church rang
breaking the black of night
as if it were only glass

The light spilled everywhere
like water coming out of a jug
painting the shadows with life

Suddenly I saw myself in a crowd
laughing and pointing at me

I wanted my hands to be a dress
but how to hide flesh with flesh

how how how

I wanted I wanted I wanted

I wanted to disappear
I wanted not to be
I wanted to be able to fly
but the weight of my tears
did not let me take flight

tears, nakedness
tears, nakedness

That's how life was
in that dream on that night
 
The Invisible Room (Original Song and Original Video Clip)


I was lost in waiting

that invisible room
containing everything
in which a clock beats
so slowly, slowly, slowly
that the hours
seem
not
to advance

It's all fantasy waiting

an immense space to fill
in which any thought
becomes
a detailed
scene

while yesterday
and tomorrow
perch on my shoulders
like two beautiful birds
hungry for my time

I was waiting without waiting
leaving and entering
not leaving or entering
in that universe with no doors
where I walked from my seat
holding on to my bag

until a voice calls my name
 
The Garden of Oblivion


Suddenly I realized
that I am like a statue
lost between the walls
of the garden of oblivion

I am immobile
I am insensible

I can only watch watch watch

with a quiet smile
carved by time
on my lips
of marble

I am immobile
I am insensible

I can't move my hands
nor my feet
nor open my mouth
to say living words
with a warm breath
and a wet tongue

I am immobile
I am insensible

If you look for me
but you don't see me
look into my eyes
that are now white wells

maybe you'll find the garden
and that statue
waiting there for you

jump naked
into that water of stone

nothing bad can happen

hug me desperately
as if you care
break the spell that has me trapped
with the hammer of your passion
 
I need a tender throat for Lunch

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwkiLNC-tyQ

Night
is calling me
the alarm clock will ringgggg
I need a tender throat for lunch

The empty street protects my secret
I am a vampire, a vampire

I hear footsteps approaching
there is someone coming

sweet blood to calm me down
sweet blood to calm me down

aooo aooo it' s so good
but I need more blood

A terrible gaze cumbs my desire
an angel pursues me
so much light in his eyes
can make my flesh burn

I am a vampire I am a vampire

I jump and run through the shadows
I am dark movement
a suden and painless moment
for those that I drink

Aooo aooo it's so good
but I need more blood
 
The Actress that stays calm during a Drunken Brawl


No no no no 1 2 3 4
no no no no 1 2 3 4

I go and come
talking aloud with myself

depression makes vibrate strange strings
in my head
that move the heart
with a dark feeling

No no no no 1 2 3 4
No no no no 1 2 3 4

I have to avoid
to cross the door
to the hallway of void

I try to whistle and I smile
this is my breath
to blow away ghosts on fire

Everything is ephemeral
like a tear under the rain

but I am
I am my doubts yo know
my enemy
my creature
my puzzle
piece by piece

I am my therapist
I am my role
I am my clown

the actress that stays calm
during a drunken brawl

no no no no 1 2 3 4
no no no no 1 2 3 4
 
The Ray

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLBK60BXEA4

I watch watch watch
the light light light
running by the walls walls walls

searching out the corners
to uncover their riddle

how it climbs to the ceiling
sparkling the crystals of the lamp


I get lost in its travel
even loving you like I do

overwhelmed by the words
that come from your mouth
as if they were an avalanche
that buries your life and mine x2

But but but today
I am dissolved
I am a speck of dust amongst that dust
suspended in a ray of sun

I can no longer be
the foothold to move your world
even loving you like I do
 
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