Esta canción está inspirada en María Fauro, la señora que limpiaba en la empresa  donde yo trabajaba y de la que tengo un entrañable recuerdo por su bondad y su coraje. Está dedicada a ella y, por extensión, a todas las mujeres de la limpieza, porque creo que no se valora su trabajo como se debería.

Hemos grabado dos versiones: en la de Carmen París se siente la fuerza y el coraje, mientras  que en la de Ana López Lorente destaca el cariño y la ternura. Y las dos están repletas de una entrega y sensibilidad que consiguen emocionar. Destacar, además, el piano de José Mª Berdejo, el chelo de Pablo Baleta, las guitarras de Nacho Abril y los “polvos mágicos” del ingeniero de sonido Juan Miguel Sánchez, del estudio de grabación Sin/Con Pasiones.

Para ver el video   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAj3gxkoExc

SEÑORA MARÍA (Versión de Carmen París. Para escuchar la versión de Ana López Lorente  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/senora-maria-feat-ana-lopez-lorente?si=8b319bf6318f449caa2593e6a0ec4c22&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Siempre agarrada a la escoba
cual si parte de ella fuera
siempre con cubo y fregona
día y noche compañeras.

Sus manos limpian el polvo
con destellos de ternura
que relumbran en sus ojos
rebosantes de amargura.

Estribillo 

Y es que no ha sido la vida
aquel camino de rosas
que soñara siendo niña
entre blancas mariposas

La vida a veces regala
sueños de miel al destino
pero otras muchas se ensaña
y de hiel riega el camino.

Señora María:
guerrera en la desgracia
que siempre se cobija
en su humilde morada.
Señora María:
¿dónde mana el coraje
que la mantiene viva
y le da tanto aguante? 
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Al despertar la mañana
la saludan las estrellas
la brisa besa su cara
ya marchita primavera.

Estribillo


Always clinging to the broom
as if part of her were
always with bucket and mop
day and night companions.

Her hands clean the dust
with flashes of tenderness
that shine in his eyes
brimming with bitterness

Chorus

And it is that life has not been
that path of roses
that she dreamed as a girl
between white butterflies

life sometimes gives away
honey dreams to destiny
but many others show
and gall waters the road.

Lady Maria:
warrior in misfortune
that she always shelters
in her humble abode.
Lady Maria:
where does the courage flow
that keeps her alive
and does it last that long?
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waking up in the morning
the stars greet her
the breeze from her kisses her face
already withered spring

Chorus

SEÑORA MARIA (Feat. Carmen París)

I wrote this song when the war started in my country. "I'm waiting for dad" is the embodiment of the feelings of a child - bright, pure, naive, who will always be waiting for his dad...

   Words by Oleksiy Kononenko
   Music by Maria Slobodian
   Performed by Karamel vocal studio

Я чекаю тата.../ I'm waiting for dad...

Hello, this is my new song titled "Shame" i hope you enjoy the feeling and bring me your support.

Shame

As a child growing up in Liverpool during the eighties, I witnessed first hand the struggles people had to endure because of the government’s neglect of our city. The government got away with neglecting its children, whilst Yosser and no doubt many like him had theirs taken away.

Yosser Hughes, the fictional character from Alan Bleasdale's incredible television series 'Boys from the Blackstuff', depicted a single father unable to find work whilst trying to look after his three children. 

The perception of Yosser back then, and probably still now is that he was a crazy, weak, and dangerous person. The reality though, is that Yosser’s behaviour was fuelled by many factors, not just povery, lack of work, and a broken relationship that we witness on screen.

Mental health awareness was zilch back then and most men today like Yosser find it impossible to talk about their struggles in life. This is largely due to the stigma of being perceived as weak. The only person he felt that he could open up to was a priest behind a veiled confessional box, who seemingly offered no help, support or guidance.

There will have been many traumatic events in Yossers life, all as a result of a cycle of poverty and lack of support and understanding that was generationally passed down. 

Yosser struggled on with his failing mental health, but clearly his love remained for his children. He kept looking for work, feeding his children, doing the best he could with what little he had. He like many was unfortunately doomed to succeed, and yet if he had been given help and support he could have brought his children up and been there for them. His wife, like Yosser just another casualty of the continuing cycle of victims, and sadly their children next.

Anyone struggling with their mental health should break free from the societal  stigma and speak to someone. You’re only human and can’t carry that weight alone. You are not alone and It’s ok to be vulnerable, it’s what makes us human. Just please ask someone for help!

Additionally, If you know someone who may be struggling with things, ask them if they want to talk, lend your ear, normalize their worries or concerns, and encourage them to seek help and support.

Thanks to Liverpool artist Mikey Gannon, for letting me use his artwork: http://ko-fi.com/mikeygannon

Yosser hughes

Yosser Hughes

I met an artist on soundcloud, who has sucha a stream of ideas, that  one project isn't enough." Cosmic Majo" offered me an instrumental and asked me something to do with those "voices", of mine. No rules, no conditions.

I heard immediatly the sea of Scotland and blue creatues singing with my voice; beware a storm is coming. 

Lyrics  blue men of the Minch

We are in Scotland,
We hear the story of the blue men of the Minch, some sort of blue creatures looking like  human but t hey live under water in deep caves 
looking for sailors to drawn
and stricken boats to sink
They have a blue colour, this mythical creatures look much like humans, and are about the same size. But they have the power to create storms.
When the weather was fine they were sleeping under the surface of the water. They swim with their torsos raised out of the water, twisting and diving. 
They could cause storm. The blue creatures approached the capitain of a ship
And said  that he had to finish the rhyme
The capitain had to solve riddles and finish 2 rhymes of poetry.

If he couldn’t do it the ship was capsised  

 Blue Chief: Man of the black cap what do you say
As your proud ship cleaves the brine?
Skipper: My speedy ship takes the shortest way
And I'll follow you line by line
Blue Chief: My men are eager, my men are ready
To drag you below the waves
Skipper: My ship is speedy, my ship is steady
If it sank, it would wreck your caves.

The Blue Men Of The Minch (collab Cosmic Majo)

This song is based on a poem by my late Aunt Pat Brandstetter.  Here is the original poem:

A Lovely Lady
(June 17, 2015)

Virginia is a very lovely lady.
She sings beautifully,
She leads others in song gracefully.
She exercises thoroughly.
She guides others gently.
She is on the go constantly.
She plays many games happily.
She always smiles beautifully.
She spreads her love of life joyfully.
If you know Virginia, you lover her truly.

Happy Birthday, Virginia

A Lovely Lady

Stuck in this disaster
Poison runs in my veins
My hands they move constantly 
But it's all in my brain
 
Can’t find the meaning
But must keep up the fight
I can hear they screaming 
Are we doing this right?
 
Is it Tuesday or Monday? 
This eating me alive
Crawling with blood on my hands
Trying just to survive
 
 
Heartbeat is throbbing
Like a drum in the dark
I swallow and coughing
It’s not a walk in the park
 
To this War god 
I’m kneeling
He’s eating me alive
Trying just to survive
 
Someone’s calling
Names I don't know
Tears are falling
I’ll must let go

This war god 
eating me alive
Crawling with blood on my hands
Trying to survive

Move! Launch!

안녕미미

over and over (prod rfm beats)

"In the Gardens of the Dawn"
Valhjim

Drift away in the air
Fly away in the clouds
In the skies are floating

Gardens of the dawn
Feel the touch of sunlight
As you stream along

In the halls of morning
A lady weaves her web
Twining threads of rainbows

In the day’s soft wave
She sings a song of beauty
She smiles as you walk in.

You reach your hand to touch her
She warms you with her eyes.
In the Gardens of the Dawn

The children laugh and play
The world of pain recedes
The night has gone away.

Come, come along
Come, come along
Come, come along

Come, come along
Come, come along
Come, come along
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Hope you like this "little one," just born, my friends.

Thank you for listening
and for your always kind words.

Valhjim—Slide Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Synthesizers.
Martin Miers—Drums.
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—© 2025 Valhjim. All rights reserved. Original music by Valhjim.

In the Gardens of the Dawn — Valhjim w/Martin Miers

Trop de médecines en ce moment ( en moi et autour de moi) pour faire beaucoup de musique. Ne surnage que cette sorte de fable écologique sur fond de R&B, et d'hommage un peu surréaliste à Igor Stravinski.

 PAROLES
LA CLE DES CHANTS

Il y avait des fleurs au printemps
 Tu ne regardais pas
Des oiseaux dans le ciel
 Tu ne regardais pas
Tu te croyais seul sur la terre
 Seul maître à bord
Tout le reste n’était que matière
 Pour ton décor

Il y avait du bruit dans les champs
 T’entendais pas
Même le cri de l’hirondelle
 T’entendais pas
Tu te croyais seul sur la terre
 Seul maître à bord
 Tout le reste n’était que matière
Pour ton confort

Mais quand l’Oiseau de Feu Igor
 Vit pareil Massacre
Du Printemps
Alors t’es resté bien seul sur la terre
 Seul maître au bord
 D’un monde aveugle et sourd où se perd
 La clé des champs
La clé des chants.

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LYRICS
THE KEY TO THE SONGS

There were flowers in the spring
 You weren't looking
Birds in the sky
 You weren't looking
You thought you were alone on earth
 Sole master on board
All the rest was just matter
 For your décor

There was noise in the fields
 You couldn't hear
Even the cry of the swallow
 You couldn't hear
You thought you were alone on earth
 Sole master on board
 All the rest was just matter
For your comfort

But when the Firebird Igor
 Vit pareil « Massacre
Du Printemps »
So you were left alone on earth
 Sole master at the edge
 Of a blind and deaf world where is lost
 The key to the fields,
The key to the songs.

Yosser Hughes

Dylan White