Black Rain

Ode to Gabriela Mistral © 2025 Pamela Illanes - Tatsuoka, All Right  Reserved
Piano: Pamela Illanes - Tatsuoka

Ode to Gabriela Mistral (Live)

Here's another musical dream to share! I hope you enjoy it—though, honestly, I'm not sure what drives me to do this sometimes. This time, I ventured into experimenting with voice. I was a bit hesitant about publishing it, but then I thought, why not? After all, we're here to explore and try new things. Cheers to everyone!

A dimly lit city street. The air is heavy with waiting. The bus stop stands silent. Buildings loom overhead. I stand alone, my breath slow, uncertain—until I notice him. A man, all in black. Trench coat brushing against the wind, his short hat pulled low. His face? A void. As though he could vanish at any moment

Me: I’ve been standing here too long. The bus should have come by now. Should I start walking? If I do and it arrives, I’ll miss it. But if I stay, maybe nothing will come. What am I supposed to do?

The Man: Where do you want to go?

Me: I don’t know.
The silence wraps around me. He tilts his head slightly, as if seeing something I cannot.

The Man: Then maybe that’s why no bus is coming.

Me: What does that mean?

The Man: If you wanted to go to the sky, you’d take a plane. If you wanted to cross a lake, you’d take a boat. If you wanted to move through the roads, you’d take a car.

Me: And the bus?

The Man: It takes you to where you’ve decided to go. But you—you're standing still. The bus won’t arrive because you haven’t chosen.

Me: I only feel comfortable on solid ground. The air and the water—they unsettle me. But I want to face challenges. I don’t want to stay still.

The Man: Then go. Take the bus. But know where it leads.

Me: The sea. I want to see the sea.

A gust of wind. A low hum of an engine. My eyes dart to the corner of the street—and there it is. A bus. It stops in front of me. Doors open, inviting.

The Bus

MS20 Sounds

Orion Desert

2025-05-11

The night is slowly coming.

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Aqua Et Aurum

Another dream. This time, no words. “She Emerges” unfolds in imagery: The ground hums. A totem carves sky from earth. From behind it, a presence—Hanim—slips forward. Her movements are ancient signals, her rhythm pulled by a drum only the soul can hear. Each gesture conjures fragments, memories caught in light. Then vanishing! She returns to shadow, as if summoned back by something older than time.

She Emerges

W-Hello, Mr. Chips

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"From Lockwood to Calenberg" is an experimental ambient & soundscape collaboration project by Paul Fletcher (Melbourne, AU) & Kris Behrendt (Bremerhaven, G/EU).

Working & crafting thousands of miles apart but connected through noises.

Orion Desert

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