I open my eyes, back to life,
I still haven´t looked at the sky,
but I feel inside my head
the threat of condensation.

I can feel the heat of air
warm and muggy caressing my face
softening the hardness of extremes
making emotions drowsy.

It´s just a cloudy day, again...
that screen of gray fabric
blinds my hope,
that hazy dense filter
spares me the infinity.
again…

Neither rains nor clears up, and I know it won´t.
only a grey ceiling shelters me,
whose face is so familiar,
whose face rots my dreams.

Far to touch but too close to forget,
like an army of failures
that parading in front of my reluctance
shakes me in their serenity.

It´s just a cloudy day, again...
that screen of gray fabric
blinds my hope,
that hazy dense filter
spares me the infinity.
again…


https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtca7hpQyi42haFn97hJjkw/videos

Cloudy Day

Lyrics: Mirror by Sylvia Plath.
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtca7hpQyi42haFn97hJjkw/videos

Mirror

I was born in a cold dark country
and my mind is full of songs
Never met someone really happy
and my fingers are raw

I grew up in the mist of fancy
and my heart is full of songs
I´ve never known where my life is falling
and my eyes are green and cold.

In this moment I hope
That past is not a slab inside me
To make way for the child that was lost

I look for my roots
in this night of realities
walking the moors of my room

I was born in a cold dark country
and my mind is full of songs
Never met someone really sad
and my feelings are strong

I grew up in the mist of fancy
and my heart is full of songs
I´ve never known where my life is falling
and my eyes are green and cold.

In this moment I hope
that past is not a slab inside me
to make way for the child that was lost

I look for my roots
in this night of realities
walking the moors of my room

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtca7hpQyi42haFn97hJjkw/videos

I Was Born in a Cold Dark Country

Satin gloves,
you think they´re going to save your skin from life
transparent wall
soft, and while…

Touch is so far,
all your pores are blind, don´t you hear their cry?
Plastic bliss,
fake numbness…

And if it should happen that
stunned by the roar, maybe by choice,
your forget to dress your hands
and they experience the breeze

Satin ropes,
leaving your life in a try to be right
death in life
soft, and while…

Caution freezes
dressed in disguise of worthy patience while
through your will
time knows no still.

And if it should happen that
stunned by the roar, maybe by choice,
your forget to dress your hands
and they experience the breeze.

Satin Gloves

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2xkDcp_ys8

All these worms
that inhabit me
are born in the core
exploding as radial spokes.

But in their confused state
are tangled by their tails,
mutating into a rotten stone.

I´m going to knit a bandage,
I´ll do that with that damn ball of worms
But I have to wait until their fatigue
that turns them into a soft ball of yarn.

this pulsating change
that bends the tautness
is the pattern of my pulse,
a deranged flickering

that thing strokes me
I can feel its soft
maddening turns,
scraping under my skin

I´m going to knit a bandage,
I´ll do that with that damn ball of worms
But I have to wait until their fatigue
that turns them into a soft ball of yarn.

Worms

From inside the capsule
I stretch my arms
but its cold side pulls me back

Under the asphalt
I feel the traffic
shaking my head

Birds are flying
perhaps with a gunshot would be easier
to touch their soft feathers

From my window
I listen to the song of crickets
drawing the darkness in my thoughts

I can hear from afar
the memories of bustle
from a distant proximity

Myself explodes inside me
pushing out my skin
but no cracks…

Birds are flying
perhaps with a gunshot would be easier
to touch their soft feathers

From my window
I listen to the song of crickets
drawing the darkness in my thoughts

The Song of Crickets

So sharp and straight,
through my guts
to get my brain,
keeps me rigid…
… burning … in a threatening sore

But its magnetic tip
spins me like a wire,
pointing my body
to what wants to pierce

…it won´t mourn …any loss

If I bent, If I knelt, If I cried…
…I could stab myself!

I´ve to keep my head up
to keep in parallel
the arrow and the spine.

I´ve to keep my head up
looking for some cloud,
this terrible sun blinds me.

half of me is bent,
as a hand of a clock
pointing to each number
but unable to catch them…
…nor kill them …nor love them

and this tireless rotation
twists the axis, my depths,
and makes me want
that it finally breaks…
…and shoot …and cry

If I bent, If I knelt, If I cried…
…I could stab myself!

I´ve to keep my head up
to keep in parallel
the arrow and the spine.

I´ve to keep my head up
looking for some cloud,
this terrible sun blinds me.


The Arrow

About a boy......starting a new life...

Happy birthday
pretty little child
Can you help me?
Hold me in your arms
Let me tell you what is wrong
It's not easy to be strong
Take your watering can and walk
simply go towards the sun

Child of broken worlds
Breathe the cold air for
the very last time
Angel in a dark world
Swallow the taste of regret
Load the weight of the past
Do not look back
Draw your story in the air with your black pen

Child of a new worlds
Breathe the new warm air
Smell the new clouds
Angel in dark worlds
Swallow the sweet taste of faith
Do not look back, fly away
Draw your memory in the air with your black damned wings

happy birthday
pretty little child
can you help me?
Hold me in your arms
Let me tell you what is wrong
It's not easy to be strong
Take your watering can and walk
Simply go towards the sun

Happy Birthday

In one place
and only in that place
magic happens
there are red flowers
blood is fuel

under my skin
has set up a ghost
whispers my ear
"time is an arrow
that pierce your life"

The beating of my heart is knocking at the door
The loudness on my chest is taking my brain out

Reality
hugs me gently
but it´s far
or maybe I´m blind
I can´t see

Small
but bigger I can stand 
rots my mind
owns my thoughts
what I am?

The beating of my heart is knocking at the door
The loudness on my chest is taking my brain out

Knocking at the Door

This song is a collaboration with our friend Alfonso Santaella.

@alfonso-santaella

Visit his excellent profile.


Late (ft. A. Santaella).

This song is a collaboration with our friend, the canadian pianist Classical Glass.  We admire his music  and recommend to visit his excellent profile:

https://soundcloud.com/classicalglass-1


I will give you the most beautiful thing
I won´t tell you the most beautiful story
Come to me...

I Will Give You The Most Beautiful Thing ( Ft. Classical Glass )

OFFICIAL HQ VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2xkDcp_ys8

"Worms" by Black Mirror is the first single from our album "No Colours For Concern" (released on April 2017)
Get it now: available in hard copy or digital format
https://elhombrebalarecords.bandcamp.com/album/no-colours-for-concern

All these worms
that inhabit me
are born in the core
exploding as radial spokes.

But in their confused state
are tangled by their tails,
mutating into a rotten stone.

I´m going to knit a bandage,
I´ll do that with that damn ball of worms
But I have to wait until their fatigue
that turns them into a soft ball of yarn.

this pulsating change
that bends the tautness
is the pattern of my pulse,
a deranged flickering

that thing strokes me
I can feel its soft
maddening turns,
scraping under my skin

I´m going to knit a bandage,
I´ll do that with that damn ball of worms
But I have to wait until their fatigue
that turns them into a soft ball of yarn.

No Colours For Concern

Worms [Official HQ Video]

"No Colours For Concern" is the debut album by Black Mirror under El Hombre Bala Records Label.

1. Worms
2. Half Life
3. Tic Tac
4. Hope
5. Satin Gloves
6. Give Myself Back To Me
7. Summer Raindrops
8. The Arrow
9. Nearly Three Years Older
10. You've Got It
11. Cloudy Day
12. The Devil Cries Secretly

Candidates to MIN awards.
http://www.premiosmin.com/candidatura/black-mirror

Get it now :)
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https://elhombrebalarecords.bandcamp.com/album/no-colours-for-concern

https://www.amazon.com/No-Colours-Concern-Black-Mirror/dp/B06Y239TFN

https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Black_Mirror_No_Colours_for_Concern?id=Bwjozzh7kigzoqdq5u57wym2bty

Black Mirror - No Colours For Concern (2017)

MY INNOCENCE

I FELL IN THE VERY LAST DAY
WITH THE COLD WINTER WIND RUNNING ON  MY FACE
THERE WAS NO SORROW OR PAIN
WHEN I LOST IN A SECOND MY INNOCENCE

WET EYES WRENCHING MY SOUL
WHEN I STILL WAS A BOY IN A GOLDEN WORLD
I FELL FROM MY BRIGHT THRONE
IN THE DARK  AND DEEP GRAVE OF MY INNOCENCE

I FELL IN THE VERY LAST TIME
WHEN I WALKED IN THE WAVES OF MY EASY LIFE
THERE WAS NO SORROW OR PAIN
WHEN THE LIGHT OF THE BLAME
TURNED LOVE TO HATE

HOPING SERIOUSLY FLY
THROUGH THE GREEN LANDSCAPES OF MY PEACE OF MIND
I FELL IN MY NEW LIFE
IN THE DARK AND DEEP GRAVE  OF MY INNOCENCE

MY INNOCENCE

MY INNOCENCE OOOHHHH


WALKING THE PATH OF MY PRAYERS
LIKE LIVING THE FLASH OF A FROZEN DREAM
KNOWING IT WAS VERY LATE
WHEN I LOST IN A SECOND MY INNOCENCE

OOHHHHHHHHHH

Î'HHHHHHHHHHH

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GRAVE OF MY INNOCENCE
MY INNOCENCE

My Innocence

New song.....

LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH

Open Windows
Hoping that i didn´t come too late
Waiting for the summer
Watching the rainbow in your face

But love……
Love is not enough

Burning bridges
Crossing the limits of the pain
Caution freezes
Knowing that I really came too late

But love…..
Love is not enough

Love Is Not Enough

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There's something in time that drills my mind
I walk forward and the facts surpass me
There's something inside me that stretches and shrinks the hours
the glass doors I turn take me to the place where I once came from

My watch rotates counter-clockwise
My minutes are filled with hours
Time is a broom
that mercilessly sweeps me up

There is something in the light of this sphere that dazzles me
I keep walking and the flashes confuse me
There is something in my head that vibrates with this light
walls of minutes crumble and lead me nowhere

My watch torture my senses
My minutes are filled with emptiness
Time is a conviction
that mercilessly sweeps me up

Tic Tac ( No Colours Final mix )

https://elhombrebalarecords.bandcamp.com/track/el-sol-de-los-muertos

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SISTER PALE LIGHT
No colours for concern when you,re blind
No distances when you don´t see the right place
No turning back

Everything is dry
I know you don,t like anyone
Tomorrow is still too far
And there´s no answer

Heeeyyyy
I do not know why I still need your answers
Heeeyyy
I do not know why I still believe in your answers
Heeeey
Can you hear me and give me a little answer ?

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sister morning light
no time for love when you´re not alive
no way to walk when you don´t have feet
no amendment

Everything is cold
i know you can handle it if you want
yesterday is still too close
and there´s no answer

Sister Pale Light ( ESM  Final Mix ).

PAPER HOUSE
When I rolled downhill,
in my unwary run 
across the forest
I raised a breeze
erasing my tracks.

And while this sweet fall
I turned my eyes
"I'm not far from my mountain,
I'll be right back"

I’ll do, I remember the way, 
just a little farther,
she said cursed by gravity,
and her hands seeding stones,
and a hole dug in her gaze.  

The twilight stole the sun,
skies turned reddish at last,
it's time to way back,
with my cracked hands

But my eyes were dirty, 
drew demons in my way
who promised me shortcuts, but
they took me to a paper house.

making love with demons
in the paper house,
she cried her own lies,
and her hands full of stones,
and a hole up on the hill.

just a little farther.. until the paper house…
just a little farther… till the paper house…

Paper House

The last one.....


Staring at what's running so far from me
Sticking up for the love you said
Wasting my time on a foolish insight....still waiting

I sit on the shore of a strange creeping lie
Where cold painful cries have flown so far
Cutting worn light on my hips to stay still in the dark

Fleeing a light that embraces my face like eternal kiss
Sleeping, sleeping on winding roads... halfway to nowhere

I know that you hate such a strange landscape
so hard to write this fucking way
Hard to believe such a mess without knowing how or why

Fleeing a light that embraces my face like eternal kiss
Sleeping, sleeping on winding roads... halfway to nowhere

Staring at what's running so far from me
Sticking up for the love you said
Wasting my time with a foolish insight....still waiting

Waiting for life to come here as a ray of white light

Half Life (No Colours Final Mix)

WATCHING YOUR FACE

Watching your face
feeling the softness of your depths
making you laugh
feeling the freshness of your breath

Chasing your look
giving up all my truths
hit by beats in the air
surrendering my voluntary absences

That look sings all my songs, collapses all my certainties, overcomes my indifference.

That look is the source of my passions, it crosses my entrails, it cuts the ligatures of my disappointments.

Watching your face
Feeling your fire in my depths
making you fly
Seeing the sky in your smile.

Kissing your eyes
trapped, born and died in them
I lose sleep, hunger and thirst
shipwrecked in its tears



That look sings all my songs, collapses all my certainties, overcomes my indifference.

That look is the source of my passions, it crosses my entrails, it cuts the ligatures of my disappointments.

Watching Your Face

HQ video......  https://vimeo.com/275640582?ref=fb-share&1

This song is a collaboration with the german musician Diversity Of Silence. We recommend to visit his excellent profile:

@diversity-of-silence

Gloom (Ft. Diversity Of Silence).

https://elhombrebalarecords.bandcamp.com/album/el-sol-de-los-muertos

Fly
Faster
Higher
I don´t want  to see you cry

Scream
Louder
Harder
Dont let them  make you  die

I can see that you lie
when you`re  walking  on that line
there are many words to spend 
before you catch my hand

Oohhh   waves
growing
around you
make your freedom look like a cloud

who´s gonna change your feelings?
Who's next
in your collection of nights

I can see that you  try
when you`re  running   on that  side
there are many words to spend 
before you catch my hand

Instr.

VIDEO:   https://youtu.be/2IG6MTojKqU

Thanks to Olga Alemán for bringing the magical Shruti Box to our musical world.

The Sun of the Dead is our new instrumental and video.

In Cantabria (Spain) it is known as the Sun of the Dead , the last sun of the afternoon that, according to mythology, the deceased would send, and to which a prayer was prayed looking towards the sunset. In other places of Cantabria it was that sun that was glimpsed in the days of drizzle. It was believed that at that moment it was then when the dead came back to life.

El Sol De Los Muertos ( Video ).

"El Sol De Los Muertos" is the new album by Black Mirror under El Hombre Bala Records Label.

https://elhombrebalarecords.bigcartel.com/product/black-mirror-el-sol-de-los-muertos-album

https://elhombrebalarecords.bandcamp.com/album/el-sol-de-los-muertos

1. My Innocence
2. Paperhouse
3. Love is not Enough
4. Watching Your Face
5. Fly
6. El Sol de Los Muertos 
7. Sister Pale Light
8. This Warm Place
9. Cinematic Plastic Walls
10. Deep Roots
11. I Was Born in a Cold Dark Country
12. Dad

Black Mirror are Inés Bonet & Arsenio Cavada

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vSfP0Whv9lz4yPjsqsRwTNQvrTK6KcwEwjIGiYb6Y7Zfi9Si5OHhDYXbPcemL-sFWIYAo3ow8vKumNg/pub?fbclid=IwAR29fLeYpZn1YQ6FHVlXJVuXs2ibbo8FH2SPhie01CXoSAsVq_ZWk39QH9U

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vQEpUT_QvZh6kMLCJgwFOrqXPRekxgSPxWyMzzFKW6PNNqZgjdBZxfgUHMEJQi5Rvo8Zhm41D-1v4CF/pub

Black Mirror. El Sol De Los Muertos ( 2019 )

BLACK MIRROR - MY INNOCENCE ( Official HQ Video ).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS-woxkhbWc


My Innocence by Black Mirror is the first single from our album “El Sol de Los Muertos” (2019). Black Mirror / El Hombre Bala Records.

Black Mirror are Inés Bonet & Arsenio Cavada.
Video made and directed by Pablo Bonet & Enrique Alemán.
Production by  Black Mirror.
Cast: Martín Barea González  and Arsenio Cavada.
Found Footage: Prelinger Archives.
Special Thanks to Sara Rueda, Julio Delgado, Fanny González and  Manuel Barea.



MY INNOCENCE

I fell in the very last day
with the cold winter wind running on my face,
there was no sorrow or pain
when I lost in a second my innocence.

Wet eyes wrenching my soul
when I still was a boy in a golden world,
I fell from my bright throne
in the dark and deep grave of my innocence.

I fell in the very last time
when i walked in the waves of my easy life,
there was no sorrow or pain
when the light of the blame
turned love to hate.

Hoping seriously fly
through the green landscapes of my peace of mind,
I fell in my new life
in the dark and deep grave of my innocence.

Walking the path of my prayers
like living the flash of a frozen dream,
knowing it was very late
when I lost in a second my innocence

My innocence,
in the middle of the grave of my innocence,
my innocence.

My Innocence [Official HQ Video]

Forgotten path ... take me back home

take me back home
I dont remember where's the light
show me the way
to be myself again
tell me the answer
I can't stand more questions
show me your hand
take the mine
TELL ME WHERE IT IS
THE INNOCENCE
I FEEL LIKE LOST
SHOW ME THE WAY
TAKE ME BACK HOME
TELL ME HOW TO FIND THE FORGOTTEN ROAD
take me go home
I cant stand this mood
show me the way
to stand me far away
from this state of breaking my condition
show me your hand
take the mine

The Forgotten Road

Just a little acoustic Blues.......Acoustic Guitar&Piano&Bass&Vox

Just Lie

https://elhombrebalarecords.bandcamp.com/track/el-sol-de-los-muertos

https://freshonthenet.co.uk/2019/11/faves343/

From inside the capsule
I stretch my arms
but its cold side pulls me back

Under the asphalt
I feel the traffic
shaking my head

Birds are flying
perhaps with a gunshot would be easier
to touch their soft feathers

From my window
I listen to the song of crickets
drawing the darkness in my thoughts

I can hear from afar
the memories of bustle
from a distant proximity

Myself explodes inside me
pushing out my skin
but no cracks…

Birds are flying
perhaps with a gunshot would be easier
to touch their soft feathers

From my window
I listen to the song of crickets
drawing the darkness in my thoughts

The Song Of Crickets ( ESM final mix )

https://elhombrebalarecords.bandcamp.com/album/el-sol-de-los-muertos

https://elhombrebalarecords.bigcartel.com/product/black-mirror-el-sol-de-los-muertos-album

I was born in a cold dark country
and my mind is full of songs
Never met someone really happy
and my fingers are raw

I grew up in the mist of fancy
and my heart is full of songs
I´ve never known where my life is falling
and my eyes are green and cold.

In this moment I hope
That past is not a slab inside me
To make way for the child that was lost

I look for my roots
in this night of realities
walking the moors of my room

I was born in a cold dark country
and my mind is full of songs
Never met someone really sad
and my feelings are strong

I grew up in the mist of fancy
and my heart is full of songs
I´ve never known where my life is falling
and my eyes are green and cold.

In this moment I hope
that past is not a slab inside me
to make way for the child that was lost

I look for my roots
in this night of realities
walking the moors of my room

I Was Born In A Cold Dark Country ( ESM final mix )

free as a bird
expecting the painful fall

the strong winds in the dark
tear my paper wings

in the morning
the sun shines and dries my eyes

and a solid mask
petrifies my face

where are the bars that held me?
why has the hand that fed me gone?
where are the chains that hugged me?
why not those sweet lies?

Free as a bird
enjoying beautiful landscapes

Now the storm is potion
and gives me titanium wings

freedom mills grind the grain
with the strong winds of the night

in the morning
fresh bread for breakfast

where are the bars that held me?
why has the hand that fed me gone?
where are the chains that hugged me?
why not those sweet lies?

BLACK MIRROR

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