Oh, just perfect. great rhythm. love that flute

Oh Wow this is so very beautiful...lovely quick moving percussion...wonderful vocals, harmonies and gorgeous guitars XOXOXO

Excellent punctuating accent parts...I'm completely blown away Dear Friend at the intense beauty in this XOXOXO

Beautiful piece ! 🙏 😍 🍀 🎶 🎧 

Que preciosa letra, cuanta poesía. Que maravilla de percusión, voz, sois unos músicos excepcionales. Un abrazo .

It is always wonderful to discover a 'new' meaning 'unheard until now' track from you. This is very uplifting - De hecho me gusta

Pequeño Playlist Ilustrado // Pichy Sotomayor

The Shimmer Beneath: A Scattering Attempt, for cello duo (2019)
Recording of a reading session at the University of York, June 2021.
Gaia Blandina and Ali Baumann (The Chimera Ensemble).

This piece is part of my research on Luminance as a semantic dimension of timbre.

The Shimmer Beneath: A Scattering Attempt (2019) [reading session] | Michele Abondano

A rocking slow-tempo track.
(Photo by Del Raya Martinez from Pexels)

Flow

from bottom

Breaktime beats for happy stretch of the feet!
Come along & dream your way out of the mundane office for a moment! ;)📍 📈📍⏲🏢 :D

Alien Floatation Energy

Zenith Zap

Ambient

Space Games

When Dark Matter Dances

In the Bleak Midwinter (fragments)

This is the second song released under the name ‘Continental Collision’, but this time, with a special guest and good friend: Dave McKeown on sax.
Released September 24, 2021.
Mark J. Bennett: lyrics and vocals. @markjbennett
Rodolfo Planes: composition, instrumentation, arrangement, and production. @rplanes
Dave McKeown: saxophone. @dave-mckeown
Photograph: Harlem NYC by Douglas Corrance ©

When I look around I see the light’s gone out this town,
 Realising just a bit too late. 
Streets have all gone quiet and feels like all the wires are down. 
Tell me why I’m feeling in this state? 
Not so long ago we felt that we’d be happy here,
 Not just for now, but for always. 
That’s all turned around now at least that much it is clear, 
Not the old days, instead separate ways.
 Like the loser on a game show. 
Can you tell me where did all the fun go? 
Darling without you, 
It’s such a boring town, 
Only coz you’re not around.

The bar, where we first met, is still there, though I never go, 
Realised it’s lost its old appeal. 
Crossing the park, where we might meet and stop to say hello,
 Couldn’t deal with how it made me feel. 
All the places we once loved I feel I must avoid 
Not just for now, but for always.
 I no longer know what I want, I feel I’m paranoid, 
Not the old days, instead separate ways.
Like the loser on a game show. 
Can you tell me where did all the fun go? 
Darling without you, where did the love go? 
Such a boring town, 
Only coz you’re not around.

Continental Collision

Boring Town

Boring Town (feat. Dave McKeown)

Ah, lune.
You got me howling at the moon
You got me walking on eggshells.
You got me crying out so loud.
All my days.
Fly by. 
It's just an ointment for the fly.
It's just a moon beam in the eye.
Another reason to ask why.
Am I dreaming?

I just wish that I could be.
The man that I wanna be.
But, everything has beaten me through.
Pulled me down.
Off the Moon.
To the Earth.
I don't give a damn about.
All the things I went without.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
How about you?
Will you lift off to the Moon?

Ah, lune.
You got me singing out of tune. 
Bleeding out by the way side.
Searching somewhere for your light.
In this night.
I can't do right...

Ah, lune. 
I don't care for you, baby.
I wouldn't want you to save me. Yeah.
I wouldn't ask you to stay.
All my days are grey.

While I am too blind to see.
All the things I wanna be.
One hand swings, and the other hangs free.
Pull me down.
From the Moon.
To the Earth.
I wish I was setting too.
Something that I'd like to do.
But everything is broken and blue.
How about you?
Would you lift me to the Moon?

Ah, lune.
I lay here staring at the Moon.
What the hell am I to do now?
Fold up space and just go?
Too much to tow.
So, I just lay.
And, I a-wasted all my days.
I've got nowt meaningful to say.
and I don't mean it anyway.
Oh, my days...

I just need to work it out.
What is there to dream about?
When all their hands are reaching to you.
Trying to pull me down.
From the Moon.
Back to the earth.
You dont seem to care, I could 
Be, working for the greater good.
No matter what you say, I should do.
How about you?
Would you lift me to the Moon?

Lune

They say nothing.

Here has been a terrible gunfight in the neighborhood
I don’t know if I can recall
That two young guys look up
And a whole crowd gather around.
 
When I went by, everybody already knew
Two were down, no one moved,
The gun was found in the car
Ready to shoot again.
 
Today, there is a strange taste
Radio and papers say nothing
There are no photographs.
Today, there is a strange taste
TV says nothing and I see no article,
Nothing is said about it.
 
Their faces are buried in the mud
Some say they were hired killers;
Others that these kids have already had
Some trouble with the police.
 
Kids cover holes
With goals in the field
And they know that death is a thorn
That lives round any corner.

Original song ©2015 Pichy Sotomayor
Mix/Master: Santiago Sotomayor
 

No Dicen Nada

Original song ©2016 Pichy Sotomayor
Picture: CASTILLO CASALDERREY, Jorge.

I follow you

Meditating, I spend my days,
at St Lucia’s field,
I distract myself in your skirt, your neck and your back,
I feel I could die there.

I melt myself under the February sun,
I take off my clothes and keep on my hat,
I get rid of thistles, I do what you please,
I feel better and wait for you. 


I like to think that it is nice when in the morning,
I get into the sea and the breeze gets into the bed.
When I feel you, it is your skin that strengthens me.
I follow you even more… I follow you even more…

I become a picture of a Moorish painter,
I protect you and do not fully sleep,
and I tend to believe that I cannot stop,
looking at you dreaming, and that is not all. 

I can also gather you a thousand flowers,
I’d love to give you courage,
and I cannot wait to feel you fly,
between stars and constellations. 

And I like to think that it is nice when in the morning,
I get into the sea and the breeze gets into the bed.
When I feel you, it is your skin that strengthens me.
I follow you even more… I follow you even more…

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Meditando me paso los días,
en la hacienda de santa lucia,
me distraigo en tu falda, tu cuello y tu espalda,
presiento que allí moriría.

Me derrito en el sol de  febrero,
me desvisto y me dejo el sombrero,
me descarto de abrojos, te cedo un antojo,
me siento mejor y te espero.

Y me gusta  pensar que  es tan lindo cuando en la mañana,
me sumerjo en tu mar y y la brisa se mete en la cama,
si te siento vibrar es  tu piel la que me fortalece,
te  sigo aun más... te sigo aun más...

Te descubro  en un cuadro del moro,
te cobijo y no  duermo del todo,
y me inclino a afirmar que no puedo dejar,
de mirarte soñar y no es todo.

También puedo juntarte mil flores,
darte  coraje de mil amores,
y no puedo esperar a sentirte volar,
entre estrellas y constelaciones.

Y me gusta  pensar que  es tan lindo cuando en la mañana,
me sumerjo en tu mar y la brisa se mete en la cama,
si te siento vibrar  es  tu piel la que me fortalece,
te sigo aun más... te sigo aun más...

Te Sigo


Growing up

We grew up struggling for a morning,
guided towards the brightness of a star.
We tried not to fall into the battle
Of the soul which is so cruel or so beautiful.

We painted our skies with colours,
we pretended to be puppets.
We filled our sea with shells,
we sang with a poet’s rhyme.

I tell you more, I follow an idea,
we have dreamt together our whole life.
We feel the love that runs in your veins,
That arises in my sap, takes away your griefs.

We expected to see a different world,
To walk hand in hand with the people.
And when it was said that everything was already rotten,
We went together to try in some other way.

We marched resisting our idea,
We went on chasing an absent soul.
We got outsiders off this train,
As well as everything that darkens our mind.

We cried for people,
Riding on a comet’s tail.
We have lived for those men who lit up
The flame with an end, with a goal.

I tell you more, I follow an idea,
we have dreamt together our whole life.
We feel the love that runs in your veins,
That arises in my sap, takes away your griefs.

Original song ©2016 Pichy Sotomayor

 Crecimos peleando por un mañana,
guiados hacia el brillo de una estrella. 
Tratamos no caer en la batalla,
del alma que es tan cruel o que es tan bella.

Pintamos nuestros cielos de colores,
fingimos nuestro rol de marionetas. 
Llenamos nuestro mar de caracoles,
cantamos en la rima de un poeta.

Te digo mas, sigo una idea,
soñemos juntos la vida entera.
Siento el amor que va en tus venas,
brota en mi savia, quita tus penas.

Esperamos ver un mundo diferente,
caminar entrelazados con  la gente. 
Y cuando dicen que ya esta podrido todo,
vamos juntos a intentarlo de otro modo.

marchamos resistiendo nuestra idea,
nos fuimos persiguiendo un alma ausente.
bajamos de este  tren a los de afuera,
y a todo lo que ensombra nuestra mente.

Lloramos a los seres que partieron,
montados en el hilo de un cometa.
Vivimos por los hombres que encendieron,
la llama con un fin, con una meta.

Te digo mas, sigo una idea,
soñemos juntos la vida entera.
Siento el amor que va en tus venas,
brota en mi savia, quita tus penas.

Crecimos

Viviendo

El día oscureció tan de repente, 
La brisa se escondió tras la neblina.
El cielo dibujo en el horizonte, las tres Marías. 

viajando soy un barco silencioso 
Que hamaca camalotes en la orilla.
flotando en un río de colores, agua y arcilla.

Remando, viviendo, llorando, muriendo y mostrando lo que ves en esta vía.
Pensando, soltando, riendo , confiando, naciendo siempre en cada melodía.

Soñando bajo un cielo tormentoso, 
Ahullándo  como lobo en la colina y esperando brille el sol incandescente, 
En otro día.

Remando,  viviendo, llorando, muriendo y mostrando lo que ves en esta vía.
Pensando, soltando, riendo, confiando, naciendo siempre en cada melodía.
Letra y música: Pichy Sotomayor

Viviendo

Hay muchas canciones y poesías que empiezan con "Me gusta "
Esta es mi Humilde versión.

Voz , Coros y Ukelele; Nico Isasmendi
Flauta Traversa; Juan Pablo Blanco (https://soundcloud.com/juan-pablo-blanco) 
Guitarra y bajo: Pichy Sotomayor
Tecnico de Grabacion,  Santi Sotomayor /Pablo.
Tambores:
Repique, Lorena Sanchez 
Piano, Esteban Seglin 
Chico, Franco Di Mauro
Letra y música; Pichy Sotomayor
English version Bellow

Me gusta

Me gusta dejarme llevar,
del brazo de la soledad,
los pies en la arena mirando la estela
de barcos que llegan con frutos del mar.

Me gusta sentarme a tomar,
un mate mientras vos llegás y
perfuma el ambiente mientras se cocina
un pez sin espinas arroz y azafrán
y vino para adobar.

me gustan las flores de azar,
me gusta cuando me escuchas
cantar un candombe, y dejar nuestros nombres
pintados en la pared.
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Me gusta lo que ha de venir,
cuando te quedas a dormir,
tu cara en mi almohada, tus piernas bronceadas,
tu ropa tirada por la habitación.

me gusta cuando al despertar,
regala un concierto unl zorzal,
busco mi guitarra y escribo en tu espalda
dos versos que tallan en una canción,
Nacida pa la ocasión.

me gustan las flores de azar, 
me gusta cuando me escuchás
cantar un candombe, y dejar nuestros nombres
pintados en la pared.

I like

I like being taken
by the arm of loneliness,
feet on the sand looking at the seaway
of ships that arrive with seafood. 
I like sitting to have,
a mate 1while “Soledad”
who perfumes the room while she cooks
thornless fish to be flavored
with spices and salt and wine. 
I like flowers
I like when you listen to me
singing candombe , and leaving our names
painted on the wall.
---------------------- 
I like what is going to come,
when you stay over,
your face on my pillow, your tanned legs,
your clothes all over the room. 
I like when I get up,
And the thrush is giving a concert,
I look for my guitar and write on your back
two verses that will become a song,
made for the occasion. 
I like flowers
I like when you listen to me
singing candombe, and leaving our names
painted on the wall.

Original version 2011 ® Pichy Sotomayor
reversion 2017, Gracias Nico !! Gracias Juan !!i

Me Gusta

Me gusta //  Ft.  Nico Isasmendi / Juan Pablo Blanco

Voice: Santi Sotomayor
Bass ; Rodolfo Planes https://soundcloud.com/rplanes
Guitars, Midi Instrumentation: Pichy Sotomayor

Original song ©2016 Pichy Sotomayor
Reversion: 2020

Blazing

There is fire that lights me, burns me and wraps me
In games of magic and chimera
Whispers that bleed, insanities that run aground
In weird places waters,

Poetry that peep, words that implore, 
Images that cry and wait, 
Songs of crazy friends, love from a few, 
Passion blazing in my veins,

Blazing, blazing, 
Books, guitars and your love, in my bonfire. 

I saw holy fire, winged demons,
Painted on antique coins,
Broken manuscripts, drawings and pictures,
Locks and old candles,

Flames of deception, old memories, 
Light trails and the candles,
The cross, rosary, my noble background, 
Alchemy of sparkles and wood,

Blazing, blazing, 
vices, certainties and pain, I my bonfire.

Arderán

Un fuego me enciende, me quema y me envuelve
en juegos de magia y quimera.
Susurros que sangran, locuras que encallan
en aguas de extrañas fronteras.

Poesias que asoman, palabras que imploran,
estampas que lloran y esperan.
canciones de locos, amor de unos pocos,
Pasiones ardiendo en mis venas.

Arderán, arderán...
los libros, las guitarras y tu amor, en mi hoguera.

Vi fuego sagrado, demonios alados,
pintados en viejas monedas.
Manuscritos rotos, dibujos y fotos,
candados y antiguas candelas.

Llagas de un engaño, recuerdos de antaño,
senderos de luz y las velas.
la cruz, el rosario, mi noble prontuario,
alquimia de chispa y madera.

Arderán, arderán...
los vicios, las certezas y el dolor, en mi hoguera.

Me gusta // Ft. Nico Isasmendi / Juan Pablo Blanco

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