DELICIOUS

So sweet, so soft, ice cream,
so cold in the summer heat.
******* slowly, greedy,
an exquisite, luxurious ice cream.
Licking so softly,
eating in small bites,
with kisses of sweet love.
In the heat of this night,
very dressed up, elegant,
savoring the sweet night.
On a night of white cream,
in the chocolate of the night,
in such selective pleasure.
On the sweet moon of cream,
in the chocolate sky,
sipping the stars.
To the rhythm of the dance,
devouring your eyes,
while we eat,
the sweet cream of living.
Eating with kisses,
on our Moon...


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Miracles of the soul,

in the radiance, in the Light,

in the grace of seeing.

Beyond the darkness,

in the world of the light,

in the accompanied soul.

Miracles of Grace,

in the airs of virtue.

Sinners, in spite of everything,

seeking to be better.

In the world that stains us,

in life with its sharp edges.

Among shadows, and temptations,

giving thanks for everything,

between the good and the bad.

Knowing far from appearances,

listening to the illuminated heart.

Between virtue and sin, walking,

choosing between the paths, between trails.

Illuminated, sinners, among our shadows.

In the miracle of having been able to see the light,

chosen, illuminated by the Word,

fortunate to be able to listen,

to the language of Love,

that love of Light.

Miracles of the Light,

in the mundane world,

in times of lies,

sinners with lights and shadows.

Rich in the light, in the world,

souls that go about,

among the children of evil,

among lies,

that corrode,

alive souls,

precious

souls.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/in-the-light

Days That Go By

Life is fragile, brittle,
moved by hidden springs.
Mysteries we carry, inside,
in those days that go by,
moments of life.

In the spiderweb,
that traps us,
between the pain,
in the luck,
of living.

In the game,
of moments,
of happy days,
painful nights.

In the air, life,
that hard life,
that doesn't last.
and goes by.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/inside-of-us

PASODOBLE.
An unfinished symphony, this life,
like a pasodoble, at times,
growing each day, and ending.
While this, my life, fills with its musical band,
a music that plays through days and moments,
as the path draws to a close.
And the drums sound,
to bid farewell
to that life,
that gets stuck,
and doesn't want to end,
while pasodobles play on

Música y vinos, Manuel Morales Martínez (1977)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6vCfTo8idE&list=RDt6vCfTo8idE&start_radio=1

With feet on the ground, stepping.
Stepping with my feet, stumbling.
In the sand, in the warm summers,
stumbling with my feet, falling.
Escaping broken life,
for a few moments, we float.
In those dreams that will return,
eager to have a good time.
Barefoot on the beaches,
submerged in the water.
Moments to repeat,
getting out of the routine.
Stumbling over everything,
I go by fits and starts,
on the thin lands,
on the fine sands.
Falling once more,
into melancholy,
in no man's lands.
and then everything starts.
Once more that sea,
waters and beaches, seas,
other times the party begins.

In the bustle of the sea,
in the moving tranquility,
in the boiling, in the burnishing of gold.
Disconnected, with fear of returning,
without wanting to return to the heavy routine.
With feet on the beaches, playing,
playing with other feet, having fun,
in the summer to do crazy things.
To have a little more fun,
and then the usual drag,
that tedium, that bore.
Now with my feet,
in the sands,
vacation,
sea and sun.


---
13 de Agosto de 2025

---

www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxohJX9ElpE

Groove Armada - My Friend (Official Video)

Envy

Always lurking,
those glances,
that ****,
envy.

Observing,
what they will never have,
always looking to suffer.

Searching for what they don't possess,
those empty lives,
that have no life.

Lives without substance,
that don't wish well,
filling everything with thorns.

Admiring all that belongs to others,
without knowing how to enjoy,
what is their own.

---

The path has been long,
my path has been very long.
It's time to close the pages,
it's the end of my time, it's about time.
There's nothing left that can tie me down,
too many steps have been taken.
I leave nothing behind,
I did what was right.
I have fulfilled my duty,
I completed my mission.
I have had a good life,
let's give thanks for having so much.
I have been able to climb to the stars and contemplate them,
I have climbed those paths,
hills and slopes.
It's time,
to be ready,
to get prepared,
to abandon the baggage.
I've been lucky,
fortunate,
blessed,
to be,
to be who I am,
to have flown on Earth.
Grateful to be able to sleep peacefully,
I have a clear conscience,
despite being bad,
I can't give any more of myself.
Without fear of crossing to the other side,
the earth calls me,
it's about time.
Now, let's go,
I had my time,
it's time to get everything ready.
And no one will feel it,
and that's good,
to leave without a sound,
without fear.
This world,
this world is not mine,
it's time to cross,
time to close the book of life.
Meanwhile,
I will dream of the stars,
of the seas of distant waters,
and in the end I will leave without anyone missing me.
It's good to leave,
it's the law of life, I will reach the end,
I know I will have a good welcome,
they will accompany me on the other path to the end.
And whatever happens, the sun will rise again in the world,
and the stars will illuminate the nights.
My clock runs with haste,
and so, my path.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/piano

Tears of Stars

Aquí tienes la traducción al inglés de tu poema:

Tears of Stars
Open your eyes, and lift your gaze.
Tears of stars in August.
Flashes that spill down upon us.
Streaks of light in the firmament.
In the night sky, stars fall.
In the universe, wonders are shed.
Lights from the sky, Perseids scattering.
Dreams of the night, other worlds dissolving.
Other worlds stripped away, falling ablaze.
Stories of lights, illuminating the sky's dome.
Open your soul to contemplate the torrent of star remains.
Meteors cast down since the beginning of time.
Lights that melt into the endless sky for all.
In those scorching days of August, in the heat,
where life sometimes submerges into water,
swimming through life, while the light falls.
In the night, in the daytime lights of suns,
in explosions that illuminate us,
life filled with lights and shadows.
In that cosmos where you live,
in the universe of the great,
where the small lives,
among wonders,
of the nights,
of the days.

SHIMMER

Blinded by your rays, by your shimmer,
precious, treasures, unnoticed, are there.
Up the stairs of life, ascending,
down the stairs of life, descending,
discovering the wonders of everything.
Impactful, surprising,
dazzling, astounding,
those rays of yours, which illuminate.
In the streets, on the corners,
everywhere, I feel your rays.
Blinding, brilliant, everything with you,
illuminating all with your auras,
multiple facets of a brilliant one.
My unknown diamond, you are there.
How did it take me so long to see you?
With you by my side, everything is new,
with you I learned how to look at everything,
to see beyond surfaces, more.
More and more, flashing life,
you lent me that new way,
that whistling way of looking at everything.
With you I feel I'm on top of clouds,
fascinating, astounding, that everything existed,
and until I was with you I didn't know they did.
Luminous, your discovery impacted my brain,
your rays turn everything into a luminous experience.
Everything turns into shining gold, with your flashes,
my brilliant diamond that is always with me.
Life turns into gold at every instant,
liquid gold, that spills over everything.
Everything melts with my brilliant,
diamond that walks with me.
You transformed the mundane
into a magical meaning,
everything becomes sublime,
with you everything is shimmer.



---
9-X-2025

Thou shalt not ****.

Life must go on,
streams of life that are born.
Life must always continue.
Embryos of beautiful life.
Chrysalises, colorful butterflies.
Life must go on, thou shalt not ****.
Valuable lives from the moment they are created.
Everything has its place in the universe.
Let everything grow and flourish for us.
Children growing, children developing.
Leave the children and butterflies in peace.
Do not stain the blue world with blood.
Do not fill our souls with filth,
Creating life is the wonderful gift,
Let life grow on earth.

Moments of Gold


In the heat of summer, warm skin.
In the cold of winter, among skins.
In the twilight of everyone's days,
day by day, floating in the gold of living.
In the spring of each day, walking,
among galaxies, among the air of the days.
In the autumn, among the leaves that fly,
between the cold and the heat, unwrapped,
opening the days to discover treasures.
Uncovering the gold that is in everything,
in every season everything vibrates for us,
golden moments to discover.
That time that engulfs and devours us,
those days with moments to discover.
Navigating the gold of being alive,
in the gold of knowing how to discover treasures,
in the chest of each day, pure gold.
In every season, everything to enjoy,
transmuting the days into richness,
the richness of turning everything into gold.
Golden days, precious moments,
in the magic of knowing how to look,
looking beyond the surfaces.
Beyond the limits, flying over,
climbing in the knowledge of living.
Transforming life into liquid gold.
Reconverting everything into treasures,



----

26 - VIII - 2025

SENSATIONS

It's summer, full of hope, to have a good time,
in that torrid air that undresses us as we sleep.
Time to spend time with ourselves,
in that time of floating in the water of a full bathtub.
Luxurious details, whims that don't cost much yet,
small luxuries to pamper ourselves, with the luxury of time.
That time that always leaves without being able to catch it,
in the summer, where there are rays of the warm sun.
On those days to enjoy reading,
in my hermetic worlds,
leafing through and savoring
those books or poems,
stored away.
Time to open
books, letters or doors.
In that world that is paused,
in the August of another year, perhaps,
where each day is a gift.
Dreaming of beaches, with those wild islands,
dreaming between uncovered sheets,
in my dreamed African savanna,
in a very white house.
In my Paradise
I dream,
of incredible
days,
in my gray life,
with small luxuries.


My secret luxuries,
at home, without going out,
poor miseries,
of being very poor
and rich in dreams.
Between saving every day,
and dreaming without measure,
dreaming of living a little,
and just like that, the holidays are gone.
While I collect sensations,
when the winds caress me,
that world that has no price
Among the jungle of my little garden
among waters that fall on me.
Fountains that make me happy
those sensitive days,
that no one charges for,
and which are just that,
my secret
luxuries.
Sensation
of caressing,
the days and nights,
that something no one else
can afford.
Except for an outcast,
envied for being rich,
in emotions of the soul.
In a rich neighborhood,
one more poor person,
in his house,
envied,
for being
like that.

WAVE PIRATE

That pirate walking around, without a wooden leg,
a modern-day buccaneer,
lives on a boat in the Manzanares,
He goes out at night to sail,
among ducks and stars.
The pirate smiles,
everyone chases him,
the tax authorities for being poor.
Creditors chase him,
but he doesn't care, he sails in his sailboat,
under the bridges, he lights a candle.
And at night he fishes for a can of sardines,
he lives poorly under the bridges, they are his castles,
That pirate is so handsome that in rags he is a prince,
he is the king of beggars in a big, ***** city.
And he sails again and again into the distant past,
and despite having nothing, he is happy,
because he sails anew,
he dreams of ocean waves.

He has nothing,
he can't lose anything more,
everyone fits in his court,
and the beggars smile.
The pirate tells stories,
of better times past,
and sometimes when they have money,
they sail in a small boat in the Retiro Park.
And still, women turn their heads when he passes,
it's not common to see a pirate in Madrid,
A handsome pirate, whose poems are copied,
and I, an anonymous poet who plagiarizes the pirate,
and I sit with the others,
I listen to their stories,
and I dream.
Enthralled by the stories,
stories of a pirate who was someone,
now he is just someone, whose verses are to be copied,
anonymous poems that it's a shame to just let them get lost.
Fables of a pirate, stories of impossible boats,
those boats that are sailboats in the Manzanares,
a pirate who was shipwrecked among garbage bags,
unknown stories of Madrid,
that no one knows if they are true.
Stories of a wave pirate,
Fables of a life that shipwrecked,
tender stories that have a sad ending.

I look at you, and look again,
so blind and deaf.
Fatal and dark destiny,
flesh of fatality.
In this blind war,
of all against all,
in the fate of death.
Winds of hell,
weaving death,
among noises,
of the end.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/end-of-days

Rain

Rain in my poems,
salty water of tears,
songs of water rain down.
Rainwater that comes to me.
It rains inside me, without stopping,
everything burns, bad times.
Everything burns down for us,
the rain burns, desolation.
There's no hope left,
everything's going wrong,
from bad to worse.
Rain that burns,
the soul is on fire, and it won't stop.
Hopes are leaving,
and when there's nothing left,
what's the point of pretending.
I will drown, and it doesn't matter,
the world will go on and who cares,
other drops will reach another heart.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/vidnoz_aisong-2025-09-3

AMBROSIA

Nectar, delicacies of life,
delights, sublime pleasures.
Devouring the ambrosias,
that life which is ambrosia.
That life which costs so much,
that dear life to maintain.
Life full of fine joys.
That life which costs so much,
to leave it against our will.
Lives of the luxury of living,
that scatter,
in the years, days.
Time to live,
fear of dying,
of leaving pleasure.
Sublime pleasures.
Delicate, soft,
silk feathers,
caged lives.
Fears of dying,
of crossing borders.
Between lines, lives,
between the whole and something,
everything goes away in the end.
Too much joy,
to know how to leave,
and take the step,
to arrive
at the destination,
death,
is the end,
of everything.
Meanwhile,
the luxury of living,
of the pleasures,
earthly days,
mundane lives.
The now and later,
God will say when,
in the meantime,
balanced,
in the luxury
of living.
---
Neuchâtel, Switzerland

CLICHÉS

Pre-packaged loops, reheated ideas,
grateful bellies, guts well-fed.
Ideas that repeat, never scratching the surface.
Fools ignorant of their own ignorance,
who think they are wise, and only repeat clichés.
An education that just manufactures and brainwashes,
a factory of dimwits, of slaves; it’s an agenda.
Created imbecilities that repeat endlessly.
The mantras of some are very good, saints,
the mantras of others are very bad, evil.
History is reheated and changed endlessly,
when foolishness becomes the general norm.
Capitalism and Marxism united in crusades,
the new global war of the gods explodes.
In a world where knowing is of no interest,
knowledge forbidden to the useful slaves,
people who repeat preconceived ideas.
Slaves of our time, ignorant,
the narratives will be changed again and again.
Reality doesn't matter; reality is fabricated,
imbeciles who believe they are libertarians.
Poor souls that have been snatched away,
those transgenics, manipulated humans.
A world of gods who give lessons,
a world of degenerates of all kinds.
Stupids in charge of a burning ship,
moral degenerates, intellectual fools.
A world of mediocrity at full speed,
the agenda is the kingdom of imbecility.
The kingdom of darkness and lies arrives,
everything leads to human degradation,
the end of times, lies in everything.
A degenerate society, heading for the end.
Humans who believe they are gods of evil.

LO MAS BELLO:

Reflejos de lo más bello,

lo más hermoso, incontenible,

espejos de todo lo que hay fuera.

Recogiendo la esencia,

entregando gotas de lo más bello.

Tamizados por el alma, miradas al más allá.

Tomando lo mejor,

observando,

bailando entre ondas,

caminando,

embriagado por todo.

Amado por la vida,

mirando el florecer de todo,

mimado por la vida,

sensibles a la belleza.

Creando reflejos,

reflejos de lo más bello.



THE MOST BEAUTIFUL:

Reflections of what is most beautiful,
the loveliest, uncontainable,
mirrors of everything outside.
Gathering the essence,
handing over drops of the most beautiful.
Filtered by the soul, with eyes on the beyond.
Taking in the best,
observing,
dancing among the waves,
walking,
intoxicated by it all.
Loved by life,
watching everything blossom,
spoiled by life,
sensitive to beauty.
Creating reflections,
reflections of what is most beautiful.

No matter how,
rescuing something important,
only the heart that flutters when it's moved.
Of the sublime,
shadows of the light you can't touch,
that which is both in and outside of life,
going out to gather beauty for us,
for you, moments that are a reflection of what is most beautiful.
Reflections of what is most beautiful,
the loveliest, uncontainable,
mirrors of everything outside.
Gathering the essence,
handing over drops of the most beautiful.
Filtered by the soul, with eyes on the beyond.
No matter how,
rescuing something important,
only the heart that flutters when it's moved.
Of the sublime,
shadows of the light you can't touch,
that which is both in and outside of life,
going out to gather beauty for us,
for you, moments that are a reflection of what is most beautiful.



https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/lo-mas-bello

PERTURBING

Tragedies, those moments,
a perturbing moment,
between life and the other.
Catastrophes of life,
uncertainties,
for some.
In those moments,
on the edge of the abyss,
sometimes there are hard instants,
waves that drown, into nothingness.
Earthquakes that lay waste to everything,
a perturbing moment.
In an instant,
everything changes,
unstable,
fragile.
Moments,
between the good,
between disasters,
everything keeps changing.
With nothing certain,
everything changes,
for the better,
or not.
Instants,
that inspire fear,
between the dread of living.
On those fragile lines,
on life's tightropes.
Suspended by the waves,
on the razor's edge,
life is dangerous.
To live is enigmatic,
precarious lives.
Everything is an adventure,
on the line of living,
between life and the end,
lines that separate.
That life one lives,
sometimes it goes quickly,
between tidal waves,
hard and soft.
Among so many,
moments,
of living,
or of
passing,
without living,
or lived.
Long lives,
or brief days,
perturbing
that life,
who
knows
...

30-VII-2025

ANTIQUE

Love is no longer in style,
there's no more timeless love,
everything's to use and throw away.
Tuberculosis is no longer fashionable,
those chests full of so much love,
sickness is dreaded,
there are no more ladies,
ladies of the camellias.
No one boasts of love,
love from which blood flows.
It's no longer the age of poems,
everyone boasts of genius,
everyone thinks they're great,
so many say they write,
but there are no readers.
There are no love letters,
no missives are received,
in those empty mailboxes.
We're left cold,
frozen souls.
Everything is a substitute.
Everything is scary,
fear of living,
everything is nothing.
Everything passes,
in a rush,
quickly,
life,
demode.
Antiquated,
everything passes,
without mattering.
Love left,
and now it's strange,
something out of style.
Controlled passions,
everything is fleeting and futile,
everything is seeking pleasure,
everything is instantaneous.
Everything makes us languish,
love has faded.
Ephemeral feelings,
where nothing lasts long,
and something better is always sought.
Nothing is ever enough to live,
that love that is never from novels,
only replicas of true love,
eternal love is not wanted,
that love without an expiration date.
Everything is so fast,
so immediate,
it lasted nothing
nor is it expected.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/vidnoz_aisong-2025-128945120

SOMETHING

Something,
something more,
something more in you,
something more in me.
Life passes,
life passes us by,
everything goes.
I'll go,
you'll go,
far away.
Far from you,
far from my life,
the years passed,
Something more in everyone,
that one, who shines,
bright, free.
Years, that go,
everything goes,
beauty,
life,
it goes.
Meanwhile,
something more,
in us,
fighting back.
Dancing,
on strings,
alive,
still.
Yes,
me.
Yes,
you
and
I.

----
https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/vidnoz_aisong-2025-09-8

METALANGUAGE

Allow me to pass by your side,
and I will tell you some truths,
truths you won't hear,
Ears closed,
brain censored,
a world of lies.

It's you and me in the world,
that world of cruel newspeak,
where they are offended by hearing the truths.
Where you listen to what's programmed,
the metalanguage of the fake,
that which sounds good.

Where they tell you,
many beautiful things,
the opposite of the truth.
If they say it's for your own good,
they're telling you it's for their own good,
a lot of empty words,
look at what the preachers do,
and you'll see that everything has stopped adding up.

If they **** you, they'll say it's for your own good,
that the planet is sinking because you're alive.
A world where darkness engulfs us,
where everything is eugenics, it's the right to die,
rights go down the stairs.
And you will be poorer and poorer,
don't listen, better close your eyes,
and then it will be too late
for you to live.

Lies,
everything is a lie,
they don't want you to think,
everything is bizarre, everything is a game,
a game of agendas to **** you.
In the name of freedom, they enslave you,
in the name of security, they will tie you up,
deaf, blind, programmed.

For everyone,
hollow brains,
don't complain,
if they **** you,
without you knowing it,
There is no one blinder,
more blind than one who doesn't know it,
in the name of science they will **** you,
agendas that are ***** games for everyone,
there is no one deafer than one who doesn't want to hear,
and there is no worse sick person than one who poisons themselves.

But you close your eyes and continue with your business,
because soon it's your final hour,
and you won't do anything,
inevitable.

Advance your clock,
it's time for the agendas,
that say one thing and do another.
And everything is nothing more than an endless lie,
in that world of the Great War of evil against everything.

In the name of what is correct, we won't go to hell,
a world where no one believes in anything,
bad times to be saved,
may God find us confessed.

Revealed times,
everything is discovered,
at the end of everything.

5-8-2025
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJAPDbeLVNw&list=OLAK5uy_k0VCb9lS3eUMu0zUufucnX6iQ75eD9euI&index=6
Les Chevaliers Du Declin · Veronique Riviere

"LOOPS"
Waves, of my walking,
full of loops,
my story.
Those stories,
of life swaying,
among the bubbles, in the sea.
In the sea of fresh blood water,
in the salty life, full of the salt of life.
In the heartbeat,
of thinking and feeling,
in that changing moment,
in my endless story of splendor.
In the path,
in the walking,
in my becoming,
among shadows,
in my paths,
in the focus of the light,
traveling in waves.
Again and again,
always,
I,
I and others,
in that sharing,
between others and myself.
Fighting,
surviving,
on the border of something,
that something that resonates with me.
In the exception,
of floating.
I,
I and you,
you and others,
and among others,
between hearts,
in the midst of waves.
Those waves that we release,
in that moment we create around us,
on the other side, in that place,
unexplored place,
among others,
and me.
Stories,
ways of being,
among other worlds,
varying perspectives.
Between dreams and that other waking,
skeins that are woven and unraveled.
Moments to change,
while everything,
passes,
sometimes,
everything passes,
and everything begins,
anew, in those waves,
that we carry within us,
waves of everyone,
signals.
Loops,
threads of days,
that keep changing,
between our own rhythm,
between waves of others,
discovering,
those steps,
of living,
in you,
and
in others.
Making bubbles,
every day, every moment.
Without knowing,
marking eras,
of that passing of life.



https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/vidnoz_aisong-6

HOT NIGHT

My skin burns /
it's time to dance /
time to flutter /
time to be happy /
time to fall into your arms /
time to kiss you, unknown lover /
My body is thirsty for you /
just pass over my body /
I have the burning desire
/ today and tomorrow I will make it easy for you /
come into my world, and let's discover /
that we have everything we need /
come and have a good time, travel my skin /
and I will travel your body, on the night of love

Very slowly,
very gently,
very sweetly,
a slow song.

I want my time,
in the soft calm,
to hear a song,
that doesn't have to rush.

I looked back, and I discovered,
that everything I wished for, I had,
small wishes that were fulfilled.

In the miracle of having everything I wished for,
in that river that now carries happy pain,
in the beautiful music of living by a miracle.

Now I just want to hear my song slowly,
a tiny song, that is like a river.
A small river, of a small life,
a soundtrack, of the day to day.

Amid the hustle and bustle in my life,
a little parsimony,
let's calm our lives.

Let's listen a little,
to the silence of the soul,
that echoes within us,
in this song.

Simple song,
slow, very slow.
Song of life,
miracle of everything,
of hearing the heartbeats,
the sound of my river,
is the blood of living.


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Like a point, someone,
with a beginning, one more.
A marking of life,
like a sculpture,
that is being made,
carving that journey.
Taking my form.
Between points, life,
that passes us by, days,
days, to the final point.
Among so many, there,
now also,
in the moment
There I am, that's how it is,
in that point,
melancholic
decadent,
And resigned,
between points,
that pass,
through my life.
Moments,
more points.
Waiting,
for that point,
of arriving,
at the end,
at that final,
let's call it
final point.
Meanwhile,
connecting
in the living,
those points,
some points,
like poems.
Between distances,
on that walk,
of our life.
Very slowly,
in me, a delicate
final passing.

Connecting points,
until that point,
called
final point.
In the beauty,
of being a point,
among so many,
other points.
In time
of existing.
A point,
of life,
meditating,
on life,
and the end.
Nostalgic
for the past,
for points
of my yesterday.
Connecting
points,
on that
path,
of living
of today,
tomorrow
without knowing
if, the point arrives,
of completion,
that terminal point.
In the end,
those

Life is a line that connects points until death...

FREE

Free for a while in the jail,
in life's prison,
between walls and laws.
And life passes us by,
the days go by,
among the days.
Breathing,
the air of life.
That air that frees us,
the air of the freedom to live.
It doesn't matter, free thoughts,
those secrets we carry with us,
far from fear, we make ourselves free.
Without fears, without fear of living, we will be free,
we will let our life fly on its paths,
paths that we choose every day, on life's trail.



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Explosion

Explosion
The world explodes,
new, frightful times.
Organized collective madness, engineering,
new windows, walking to nowhere.
Reset, restarts, power groups,
everyone is expendable, they say.
A planet,
a world that isn't worth it,
that's too little for a few.
It's the world of insane agendas,
without humanity, headed for total detonation.
Globalizing wars,
they are wars of all against all,
mankind walking toward destruction.
Evil spreads and stains everything,
international evil,
wars.
The Great War,
battle against man.
False lies that fill everything,
evil disguised as good.
Explosion in chains.
Slaves of evil,
final revelation,
human gods,
walking into madness.
Explosion of global evil.


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EXPLOSION

Explosión.
Explota el mundo, 
nuevos tiempos, pavorosos.
Locura colectiva organizada, ingeniería, 
nuevas ventanas, caminando a  ninguna parte.
Reseteo, reinicios, grupos de poder, 
todos sobran, dicen.
Un planeta, 
un mundo que no vale, 
que es poco para unos pocos.
Es el mundo de las agendas de locos, 
sin humanidad, camino al disparadero total.
Globalizando las guerras, 
Son guerras de todos contra todos, 
Caminando  el hombre a la destrucción.
El mal se extiende y mancha todo,
mal internacional,
guerras.
La Gran Guerra, 
batalla contra el  hombre.
Falsas mentiras que llenan todo, 
el mal disfrazado de bondad.
Explosión en cadenas.
Esclavos del mal, 
revelación final,
dioses humanos, 
caminando a la locura.
Explosión de la maldad global.


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17 - VIII - 2025

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LEARN:
We know nothing in the end,
every day is a moment to learn.
Life is a line between our points,
let's discover how to live, all of us,
let's share love.
From love,
let's look,
and live,
among everyone,
in the world.
And let's learn,
to know how to discover,
the wonders
of the world,
every day,
in that
love,
that
makes
life,
life.

Bad omens, airs of evil.
Moths, ants, dust,
life is *****, gray.
Future without a future,
in the fates,
in the gall.
Air,
gray air,
gray trails,
death here,
here, there,
far from good,
bad omens.
The skies are sad,
life is dying,
monsters grow.
Everything is twisting,
sowing sad airs,
over there, the scythes.
the edges of evil at the ready.
We close our eyes,
to not see the void.
Announced shadows,
bad bitter paths,
everything smells of corruption.
walking to the catastrophe.
Voices of misery, bad air,
everything is burning, everything is ablaze,
burnt air, bad weather.
Everything leads to the precipice,
humanity is corroding,
bad omens in the abyss,
Insects bringing us signals,
bad times for everyone to live,
messages from dusty times.

The Other Side
Far away, deep within,
secrets of lives, of the other,
of the other, of myself.
Unspeakable life secrets,
dark desires of one.
In the most desolate part of life,
in the agitated, in the other.
Stories that pass through one,
at the mercy of desires.
Melodies that set the stage,
strange hidden worlds.
On the other side, those secrets,
unspeakable pleasures.
Unknown practices, lust,
hands that take over.
On that hidden other side of so many,
in lust, without limits.
Between the pleasure of flogging life,
locked-up worlds.
In the most hidden part of pleasures,
between pleasure and pain.
Flogging life in intimacy,
secret games of some.
Where nothing is what it may seem,
it's the unspeakable game.
Between unspeakable adult games,
where nothing is ever enough.
In the other doors of the other wall,
on the other side, games.
Very private adult games,
for slaves and masters,
Female slaves and male slaves who surrender,
masters and mistresses of others.
In secret chambers of minds,
overpowered minds,
bodies and souls tied to the other wall.
When desire triumphs,
corrupted worlds of lust.
On the other side of the castle,
in another world in the rules of pleasure,
on another side of pain and of joy.

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CHRONIC CRYOGENIC

Poor thoughts, that die with me,
a mortal with airs of eternity.
Pretentious vanity,
and all for what?
to be dust.
Enamored dust,
of my own dreams,
like a romantic poet,
outside of my own time.
Too much self-love,
I want to freeze everything,
I will preserve everything,
everything valuable.
I'll let myself rot,
but I'll freeze my words,
I want to cryogenize my thoughts.
Too much in love with myself,
not to think of saving the best,
the best, those thoughts.
Prose in verses,
of air.
I will be a priest,
and I will sacrifice myself for Art,
I will cryogenize my soul in poems.
I will write tirelessly, while I still breathe.
I will do alchemy and preserve my life,
in those philosophical words,
preserves of poems,
chronicles of life,
of my life.
I will be a sick man,
a chronically sick man of living,
until the end comes to everything.
I am a chronic cryogenic of eternity,
that eternity that does not exist on earth, nor is it possible.
I will clone my poems in you,
you will be a clone of my words,
they will absorb you and revive you when you read them.

Words from a cold heart when it lived.
Words in the networks, in books, in diaries, on paper,
to float beyond the death of a frozen soul.
Chronicles of someone hated and revered when they lived,
someone who left no one indifferent wherever they went,
who loved himself so much that he cryogenized his poems,
only to be forgotten, without any remedy.
No one can conquer death,
but there is always the illusion
of donating something valuable,
a poisoned gift,
to be read,
to be enjoyed,
or, to be hated.
Cryogenic,
chronic
of living,
perhaps,
maybe,
it could
be.

CADENCES

I got tired of making money,
too old to work,
I stopped thinking about how to make a living.
I told the traditional life to go to hell,
and I became a small being, and I left everything,
and I sway to my own rhythm.
Time and again, I've seen it all,
I live in my cadences,
that rhythm of my own.
And it was different,
that other me, entered,
and never left me.
I do what I want,
because I want little,
the future doesn't matter,
I've already been through a lot.
And now I am myself.
That's what I always was,
the child who never changed.
A small one who got tired of everything.
A heart that matured without knowing how.
That child who now plays with colorful words
who is that great unknown among those around him.
Now I play with everything and the moon smiles at me in the sky,
and you know, I stopped caring about how to live,
and what others say
everything slides off me.

HARD HEARTS


Hearts of sugar,
hard hearts,
of hard sugar.
Hardened,
hard souls,
enraged,
who tell themselves,
like syrup,
sweet lies.
They became hard,
deceived hearts,
that see themselves and don't see themselves.
In their own world,
indulgent souls,
unwilling to look,
benevolent,
embittered,
hypocritical,
deceived.
without criticizing themselves.
Without knowing how to see themselves,
self-satisfied,
souls ******* others,
they believe they are made of sugar,
and they are hard walls of sugar.
in their flawed mirrors.
Sweet glances for themselves,
in their distorted reflections,
sharp teeth with others,
double standards,
self-satisfied,
harsh judges
with others.
Hygroscopic hearts,
that **** up what's good,
and tell themselves they are good.




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28-VII-2025

HUGS
It's lovely to see others love each other,
tender hugs, kisses between sweethearts.
In the land of others, between kisses and hugs,
I like to see the love in other people.
It's lovely to see love,
the love of others.
That love which is not for me,
love, and more love everywhere.
Love in the corners and in the streets.
Love, no matter what it's like, because it is love.
Love forbidden to some, which flourishes in others,
Peeking stealthily at what I'll never have again,
gazing with greedy eyes at love,
that love denied to me.
How beautiful is love,
that love of others.
How sad it is not to have love,
while I console myself by watching,
that love which is lovely to see in others.
That miracle that exists throughout life,
people, souls, with love,
carnal love of others,
love to sigh for,
impossible love.
While we watch,
we sigh for love,
that love that won't come, nor do we expect it to.
Hugs and kisses, lost and absent,
while we rejoice in seeing the love of strangers,
Impossible love, yearned-for love, love that we lack,
love that embraces, even if it's others, how wonderful it is to be loved.
Love absent in us, love brilliant in others,
sad nostalgia for kisses and hugs,
while we watch the others.


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https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/hugs

ANOTHER VIEW

From far away, from down below, from here,
from the paths that cross our own,
in this life that is so different.
I look and sometimes I see nothing,
just blurry dots.
In the world,
maybe on Mars,
maybe from the Moon,
sometimes I get close and I observe.
I discover you as distant dots,
and sometimes the dots come closer and say hello.
Those dots that are other lives,
lives like dots that pass,
lives that come and go,
crossed lives.
In the crusade of life,
from an extravagant place,
it fascinates me to think about other lives.
What will they have, what will they hide, pains and joys.
Sometimes I come down from my own world,
and I step in the mud of life,
without fear of getting *****.
In those lights,
where there are dots,
dots that are lives,
people of flesh and pain.
Sometimes I see luminous dots,
smiles, joys, successes,
and I happily toast.
On my moon,
in my world,
sometimes I descend,
and I feel you on my skin.
Sometimes I become,
I become human,
and I am one more of you,
and I stop living among the stars.
Sometimes I get off my pedestal,
I come down and I become one of so many,
in the earthly world we breathe.
Another view, one view among so many.
And I feel, so much yours like a dot.
Someone who passes like a dot through life,
that dot, among many dots, that go through the world.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/vidnoz_aisong-2025-09-4

In the twilight of my years,
in the deep hours of dawn,
I let myself fall into the air, and let go of all.
I close my eyes, and turn to the stars,
those that adorn my sky on four walls.
And sometimes I climb to the rooftop, and let the air kiss me,
and I feel so companioned by the stars,
and all loses its import by night.
A summer's night, amidst dreams,
in my nocturnal rest,
amongst my music.
Amongst caresses,
in the air,
that air that kisses,
when no one else does.

15-7-2025

WHISPERS
Seconds that drag in the night,
seconds that pass without knowing.
Stretching the seconds,
into minutes.
In the night.
In that time,
to refresh oneself.
Among the stars,
in the soul's silence,
amidst soft music.
Time to forget,
to finally come out,
within oneself,
forgetting everything.
Seconds to go,
to come to oneself.
One's moment,
to become absorbed,
to be oneself.
To forget the hustle and bustle,
to immerse oneself in the self,
to refresh ideas,
and be within oneself,
letting seconds pass,
stretching life.
Lengthening seconds,
converting seconds,
into minutes that slip away,
disregarding the hours.
Whispers of the seconds,
to convert life
into slow poems,
that float,
in the air.

28-VII-2025

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Sunset Lounge 2025 | Smooth Sax & Deep House Chill Mix • 2-Hour Slow BPM

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Dragnet

Today I've taken your net and I'll drag you,
to the world of poetry without muses,
without artifice, without deceit.
I will trap you and you will be you,
stop dreaming,
listen to yourself,
hear yourself,
once and for all,
and bring out the best,
the dazzling.

Stop running away,
and get in the mud,
that clay of a ***** life.
Flee from the day to day and go outside,
reach the ecstasy of your olympus,
transcend, aspire to so much more.
Stop thinking that everything is about rhyming,
stop the *******, and bring out the best,
forget everything you've learned and be real.

Stop that mocking laugh, for crying so much blinds you,
listen to your body, and tell what matters to you.
Tear up all your poems, and start over,
again and again, and reread your broken ones.
Fly beyond stoves and chairs,
bring out what you have so deep inside.

In your dragnet, search,
for that which you don't know is there
And just think, everything comes,
the poem is you,
the sublime.
Stop living a bad life,
and let everything flow,
in the small lies the great.

And one day your gray hairs will be snow
of poems in August, on horses of light,
that blind with so much beauty, in your final sun.
In the net of sea and sun, where the old will be reborn endlessly,
where beauty will begin again and again in endless poems.

Forget everything,
start anew,
strip yourself of the useless,
listen to your heart,
it will speak to you in verse,
and the snow will melt
into warm poems.
Seek the miracle,
of believing in yourself,
immerse yourself,
in the net,
of fishing,
unique poems,
to hang them wherever you want.

MOMENT

A moment, a pile of moments,
a time to take a pause.
In an afternoon overwhelmed by resources,
pending resources, appeals,
the cassations, defense briefs,
so much work piled on the table.
A moment to stop life,
to take a breath of air,
a moment to breathe and live.
While the work piles up,
a moment to stop life.
A moment for a break,
among the lives hanging over us,
in those September jobs.

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SONG

I'll let a song take flight,
a song for life.
Just a music to stain life,
so that life may have a melody.
A song only mine,
a melody for me.
With trumpets, with its own music,
a poem turned into my music.
Music for the everyday,
to fill life with light.
Poems to be sung again and again,
music to draw a curtain on each day of mine.
Notes for living,
notes for one,
invisible song.
Amidst the electric music,
notes of sweetness untamed.
Music for intimacy,
sounds to reflect myself,
poems that are set free,
in those soft sounds.

That music for one,
music for flying,
to speak the soul.
Poems with air,
music of the air,
air to float.
My melody,
to save,
that life
of one.

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Capturing life's nectar,
amidst circles of life,
savoring everything.
Life,
moments of life,
torrents of moments,
flowing rivers of life.
Savoring life's nectar,
floating between air and other waters,
waters of life, waters of blood, ocean waves.
While *** and death go hand in hand,
life and death, in the end, death will come and we will leave each other.
Everything flows, nothing dies, everything transforms ceaselessly,
intensely, life is a nectar where everything eventually ends.
In the end, we'll stop trifling and all be dust in the body,
while souls seek their way to the other side of the open door

Who Are You?

I want to scream, LOUDLY,
be strong, and what does it matter, what anyone says,
What does it matter what we can say, KEEP GOING,
KEEP GOING on your path, and whatever is meant to come,
let what is meant to come, come, BUT COME TO ME.
I am your pirate, you are my sorceress,
but come to me, if you wish,
and let whatever is meant to be, be, say no more,
JUST KEEP GOING, let your heart guide you, and live again.
Don’t cry for what wasn’t, and follow your path wherever it leads you.
And if you have to SCREAM, SCREAM, let your SOUL SCREAM,
and what others say, what does it matter, if your heart is a bird.
That heart that beats with every pulse,
that pulse that smells of life’s aroma, and whatever is, let it be.
And if they ask you, who are you?, don’t answer,
just stop thinking about what others think,
and let your bird keep going, caged in your chest, beating.
Let everything be as you wish,
I will scream your name in the sky, girl.
That girl, who hasn’t aged, in a long time.
And let your soul do pirouettes and let them talk,
And don’t stop thinking about everything that is to come,
and put flowers in your life, let the aroma of life flow,
and let what is meant to be, be.
And stop being the other one,
that other one, that isn’t you.
And if they ask you, who are you?
What does it matter what they think, you are just you,
and every day you look for that path to be yourself.
Let’s not look for answers to unanswerable questions,
and just see that only you are the most important thing in your life,
and if life went awry, it will straighten out.
Just think that every day we are different, ever-changing,
that we can’t bathe twice in the same river waters.
And every day doesn’t have answers for everything,
let’s not pretend to be what we are not.
And if you ask yourself, who are you? Everything changes every day,
every day we are new, in this life that carries us and takes us away.
Girl, don't think so much about others and start thinking about being what you seek,
that girl who is a thousand different ways as the years go by.
And if you ask yourself, what does it matter
tomorrow, who knows,
if you will be another.
And despite everything,
always,
you are you,
Whatever happens,
you will continue to be another,
even if you change every day.
The same ever-changing one is you.
Keep being yourself on your path,
along the path, always you,
even if everything changes,
always you, my girl.
My golden woman,
in the sunset.
JUST YOU
MY GIRL!

VOICES

IN VOICES,
VOICES,
Other
Faces
Amidst
WhispeRs
SilenceS,
DYED
WITH SCREAMS.
PLAYING
WITH SCREAMS,
WITH YOU,
GAMES,
in the silence,
of the heart.
Soft whispers,
in that world,
that SCREAMS at us,
DRAGGING,
with force, everything,
voices, STRONG,
THAT WE SCREAM.
Among whispers,
carrying syllables,
On the other side,
of life, you.
Out of sync,
out of tune,
silences.
Musics,
in me,
amidst
exaggerated
MOMENTS
OF FIGHTING,
Wild,
decelerated,
exorbitant,
silences.
Amidst
SCreams­,
that roar,
playing,
with letters,
syllables and you.
CRunching,
scratching,
everything,
between
the silence,
and the noise,
of the world.
HEART
That SCREAMS,
SCREAMS,
LET US SCREAM,
in the silence,
of a city,
NOISY,
THAT CRUNCHES,
that carries us,
in waves,
exaggerated,
in me, in you.
Let
everything,
be noise,
and when
everything explodes,
let's hear the silence,
that silence that EXPLODES,
and makes us HEAR THE HEART,
cleared of life's noise.
And if you want to cry in silence,
let the HEART SCREAM,
SCREAMS OF THE SOUL,
among consonants,
that drag us,
in the exorbitant,
world without compass.
Without rules, without norms,
a moment to live.
Far from the conventional,
CREATING SCREAMS
IN THE silence,
in me,
in you
silences,
that SCREAM,
THAT CLAMOR,
to rest,
that your soul,
that my soul.
Screams,
in everyone,
that no one
hears
deaf,
Listen,
YOUR
rhythm,
that beats,
cycles,
waves,
complaints,
whispers,
of the being,
that
which
screams,
and cries,
or sings,
in silence.
If you don't like it,
I don't care,
I'll scream!!!!
with screams,
in silence,
OR ALOUD!
SSSSS,
SSS.
SCREAMING
whispers
...

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Dans le monde, un être sensible,
des émotions qui hérissent ma peau,
tout peut m’émouvoir.
Sensibilité sur la peau, à fleur de peau.
Dans le monde rempli de tant de choses qu'il m'offre.
Un cadeau magique ou un cadeau empoisonné.
Sensibilité exacerbée, vulnérable à tout.
Blindé face aux autres, trop sensible,
aimant sans être aimé, dans le monde des couleurs.
Dans mon monde, à fleur de peau, la vie résonne en moi.
Dans un monde, dans mon monde, dans mon autre monde, en moi.
Déplaçant mes ondes, naviguant sur les ondes,
flottant dans le vent, déplaçant le monde.
Sur les chemins, me promenant dans la vie,
timidité sensible, dans ma vie solitaire,
où même le vol de l'air résonne.
Flottant **** du sol, immergé dans la vie,
vie contradictoire, dans mon propre monde lointain.
Où personne ne frappe à ma porte, et je vois tout de ****.
Me penchant à ma fenêtre, dans ma tour, où personne n'approche,
incomunicado, craignant la douleur, souffrant pour tout,
à fleur de peau, sensible jusqu'à l'inconcevable.
Dans mes nuages, où tout est vu à la loupe,
dans la pauvreté de la vie, dans la richesse de tout avoir.
Sur mes balançoires, déplaçant ma propre vie, en ondes.
Dans mon monde, ce monde que personne ne voit, dans mon âme.
Entre larmes, entre la joie démesurée, où il n'y a pas de limites,
où la peau palpite avec la musique, où les étoiles font des poèmes.
Dans la vie où les jours passent et je les regarde depuis une fenêtre de ma tour.



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SENSITIVITY

In the world, a sensitive being,
emotions that make my skin crawl,
everything can move me.
Sensitivity on the skin, raw sensitivity.
In the world full of so much that it gives me.
A magical gift or a poisoned gift.
Exacerbated sensitivity, vulnerable to everything.
Armoured against others, too sensitive,
loving without being loved, in the world of colours.
In my world, raw, life resounding within me.
In a world, in my world, in my other world, in me.
Moving my waves, navigating the waves,
floating on the wind, moving the world.
On the roads, strolling through life,
sensitive shyness, in my solitary life,
where even the flight of the air resounds.
Floating far from the ground, immersed in life,
contradictory life, in my own distant world.
Where no one knocks at my door, and I see everything from afar.
Peeking out my window, in my tower, where no one approaches,
incommunicado, with fear of pain, suffering for everything,
raw, sensitive to the inconceivable.
In my clouds, where everything is seen with a magnifying glass,
in the poverty of life, in the richness of having everything.
On my swings, moving my own life, in waves.
In my world, that world no one sees, in my soul.
Between tears, between immoderate joy, where there are no limits,
where the skin pulsates with music, where the stars make poems.
In life where the days pass and I watch them from a window in my tower.



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SENSIBILIDAD
En el mundo, un ser sensible,
emociones que erizan mi piel,
todo puede conmoverme.
Sensibilidad en la piel, a flor de piel.
En el mundo lleno de tanto que me regala.
Un regalo mágico o un regalo envenenado.
Sensibilidad exacerbada, vulnerable a todo.
Acorazado frente a los demás, demasiado sensible,
amando sin ser amado, en el mundo de los colores.
En mi mundo, a flor de piel, retumbando la vida en mí.
En un mundo, en mi mundo, en mi otro mundo, en mí.
Moviendo mis ondas, navegando en ondas,
flotando en el viento, moviendo el mundo.
En los caminos, paseando por la vida,
sensible timidez, en mi solitaria vida,
donde retumban hasta el vuelo del aire.
Flotando lejos del suelo, inmerso en la vida,
contradictoria vida, en mi propio mundo lejano.
Donde nadie toca a mi puerta, y veo todo desde lejos.
Asomando a mi ventana, en mi torre, donde nadie se acerca,
incomunicado, con temor al dolor, sufriendo por todo,
a flor de piel, sensible hasta lo inconcebible.
En mis nubes, donde todo se ve con lupa,
en la pobreza de la vida, en la riqueza de tener todo.
En mis columpios, moviendo la vida propia, en ondas.
En mi mundo, ese mundo que nadie ve, en mi alma.
Entre lágrimas, entre el gozo desmedido, donde no hay límites,
donde palpita la piel con la música, donde las estrellas hacen poemas.
En la vida donde los días pasan y yo los veo desde una ventana de mi torre.

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Dans le monde, un être sensible,
des émotions qui hérissent ma peau,
tout peut m’émouvoir.
Sensibilité sur la peau, à fleur de peau.
Dans le monde rempli de tant de choses qu'il m'offre.
Un cadeau magique ou un cadeau empoisonné.
Sensibilité exacerbée, vulnérable à tout.
Blindé face aux autres, trop sensible,
aimant sans être aimé, dans le monde des couleurs.
Dans mon monde, à fleur de peau, la vie résonne en moi.
Dans un monde, dans mon monde, dans mon autre monde, en moi.
Déplaçant mes ondes, naviguant sur les ondes,
flottant dans le vent, déplaçant le monde.
Dans le monde, un être sensible,
des émotions qui hérissent ma peau,
tout peut m’émouvoir.
Sensibilité sur la peau, à fleur de peau.
Dans le monde rempli de tant de choses qu'il m'offre.
Un cadeau magique ou un cadeau empoisonné.
Sensibilité exacerbée, vulnérable à tout.
Blindé face aux autres, trop sensible,
aimant sans être aimé, dans le monde des couleurs.
Dans mon monde, à fleur de peau, la vie résonne en moi.

Sur les chemins, me promenant dans la vie,
timidité sensible, dans ma vie solitaire,
où même le vol de l'air résonne.
Flottant **** du sol, immergé dans la vie,
vie contradictoire, dans mon propre monde lointain.
Où personne ne frappe à ma porte, et je vois tout de ****.
Me penchant à ma fenêtre, dans ma tour, où personne n'approche,
incomunicado, craignant la douleur, souffrant pour tout,
à fleur de peau, sensible jusqu'à l'inconcevable.
Dans mes nuages, où tout est vu à la loupe,
dans la pauvreté de la vie, dans la richesse de tout avoir.
Sur mes balançoires, déplaçant ma propre vie, en ondes.
Dans mon monde, ce monde que personne ne voit, dans mon âme.
Entre larmes, entre la joie démesurée, où il n'y a pas de limites,
où la peau palpite avec la musique, où les étoiles font des poèmes.
Dans la vie où les jours passent et je les regarde depuis une fenêtre de ma tour.

Dans le monde, un être sensible,
des émotions qui hérissent ma peau,
tout peut m’émouvoir.
Sensibilité sur la peau, à fleur de peau.
Dans le monde rempli de tant de choses qu'il m'offre.
Un cadeau magique ou un cadeau empoisonné.
Sensibilité exacerbée, vulnérable à tout.
Blindé face aux autres, trop sensible,
aimant sans être aimé, dans le monde des couleurs.
Dans mon monde, à fleur de peau, la vie résonne en moi.

Dans le monde, un être sensible,
des émotions qui hérissent ma peau,
tout peut m’émouvoir.

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

Reflections of what is most beautiful,
the most lovely, unrestrained,
mirrors of everything that is outside.
Gathering the essence,
delivering drops of the most beautiful,
filtered by the soul, glances to the beyond.

It doesn't matter how,
rescuing something important,
only the heart that beats when it's moved.
Of the sublime,
shadows of the intangible light,
that which is inside and outside of life,
going out to collect beauty for us,
for you, moments of a reflection of the most beautiful.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/gifts

CLOCK

Song from the beyond

from the other side of life.

We, the dead, are singing

now, for a while, we descend from heaven.

Straight from heaven, we,

from where there is no return, in Paradise.

We will show a world for a moment,

that world where souls play at living,

where souls gently sway.

From the other side of everything,

moments to have fun,

a little while of games,

for us.

Visiting,

for a while,

rocking the air,

with a subtle perfume,

we, the dead.

We, the non-living,

descend for a while,

a while of love,

it is the company,

of angels.

The good ones,

those of us who fly,

from Paradise, for a while,

at your side so you feel better,

to pour a little scented air.

A little of the best, without clocks,

far from the clock of life,

we, the dead,

accompany you,

and the clock stopped,

an instant,

for you,

with love.

Timeless love,

far from the clocks,

love from the beyond.

And then everything starts,

and the clock will work again.

Between heaven and earth, a recess,

and life pauses for a moment.

And everything is perfumed,

without a clock.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/clock

BROKEN WISHES

Better to have no wishes,
better not to be disappointed,
better not to seek the best.
Better to curl up,
into myself,
far from myself.
In nothingness,
a shipwreck,
in the real.
This world,
is not my world,
reality is coming,
dreams drowned.
I was disappearing,
I went to a corner,
fleeing from life,
that cruel life.
Slowly,
very slowly,
I am moving away,
from the painful reality.
When hope fled,
the slap of real life came,
without barely noticing, I created my world.
A world where there is no future,
my world no longer exists,
it is the past.
Treasuring,
memories.
Memories,
everything is leaving me,
days without a tomorrow.
Precious memories
that fade away,
while I slowly leave.
My world fits in a corner,
where there is only room for the past,
where the future brings nothing good in the end.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/vidnoz_aisong-2025-09-2

GOLD.

A crazy life,
amidst tinsel,
the gold beating,
squandering life.
Spending the gold,
precious gold,
on nothing.
Time,
that passes,
in life,
a crazy life,
enjoying,
the hours.
Gold, that doesn't return,
the gold of a golden autumn,
on a ship that shipwrecks.
Throwing everything overboard,
doing crazy things,
the party continues.
What does it matter,
life,
doesn't return to us.
life is leaving us.
Burning the gunpowder,
in the final explosions,
everything goes away in fireworks.
Living the moment,
and later, if there's nothing,
what's been spent, let them take away.
Between planes, between trains,
between endless, unending parties,
between what's most delicious, most delightful.
What does it matter to throw away the gold others give,
that gold to be spent on the vice of living.
Let's live the present, there's no future anymore,
amidst agendas, let's squander everything,
squandering all that's been earned.
We will have nothing,
except memories
of parties
of gold,
and happy
air.
Crazy,
life,
to
spend
the future.
Without sorrow,
with joy,
let's dance.
Final
moments
of gold.
Golden
life.

August 5, 2050

Digression

In those strange moments,
set apart from your own life,
diverted from the paths.
Wandering a bit more,
a parenthesis, a stop,
a little bit of dreams.
A slow pause,
to get out of oneself,
moments to flee.
A change of direction,
instants to change,
courses to disconnect.
Slow silences, a halt,
pauses on the road,
to continue,
with strength,
anew.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/vidnoz_aisong-2025-09-1