Great composition and orchestration, gorgeous and dramatic sounds!

Wounderful orchestration ans arrangement 👌👌

A perfect composition for a film, fantastic production, what can I say at this stage of your projects, a pleasure to listen to your work.

Incredibly moving piece 🤍 Those strings are amazing

Marlene   Ariel en Bicicleta

Por amor
 
De tanto suponer un mañana
en un lugar que abrigue del frio
quizá te vi por una ventana
o tal vez fue a orillas del rio.

Será que al fin oí las campanas
después de un largo tiempo dormido
Tal vez porque musas holgazanas
susurran sobre un Do sostenido.

Rogué por un pedazo de cielo
lloré por ver un árbol caído
caí como la piedra en el hielo
bajo el sol.

Seguí la luz que se asoma y emana
confiado en un destello encendido
la llama que en las sombras me aclara
se funde con lo desconocido.

Y acaso te seguí por senderos
de un tiempo que se vuelve testigo
la danza entre viento y el velo
descubre un tesoro escondido.

Sentí que en un instante pasaron
los años que quedaron perdidos
el día que tus ojos brillaron
por amor.


Letra y música: Pichy Sotomayor

Por Amor

自然の神秘

I am very grateful for the over 1,200 plays of this very personal track. To think I was hesitant to even post it... Thank you so much! ❤️

In our lives, we are granted the opportunity to witness the departure of our loved ones. Some depart through doors, never to return, yet still exist somewhere. Others leave suddenly, unexpectedly. Yet some depart when we are somewhat prepared, for their age predisposes them to it. However, there are also departures more challenging... when we observe the tree of the mind of a beloved, from which memories' leaves fall, and even the freshest, youngest cannot hold on to it. We cannot help, we can only watch how they fall...

Composing this little piece was very personal. It was combined with the realization of a fact from my immediate surroundings. I left all imperfections of my playing because of how I felt at that moment. It wasn't an improvisation, it was an interpretation of a theme that I've developed few minutes earlier. All done on Autograph Grand from Spitfire LABS free libraries collection @spitfire-labs
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Cover picture by A.I. Dall-E (through Microsoft Copilot)

The Last Falling Leaf

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Cinematic and Orchestral Music 
Picture by Punker Lazar
Music by Franck Charles ©
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The Hidden People Of The Forest

Most small towns have something they're known for;  it might be a building or a statue, or some famous person who lived there.  When I was a Baptist pastor forty years ago in the little town of St Francis, Kansas, it was the "Walkin' Boys.  Not exactly "boys", they were three middle-aged brothers who were probably autistic and lived at the local nursing home called "The Village".  Their parents made provision for them to live there after they passed away so they would be well taken care of.  What made them so memorable was they would venture out every day from the Village regardless of the weather and walk the length of the town, checking their post office box, stopping in at the jewelry store to have their watches set, then proceed out to the cemetery to pay their respects to their parents, then return to the Village.  They would make this three mile trip three times a day if the weather wasn't too extreme, and you could almost set your watch by when they would pass by.  I felt they needed a song, and it is one that's still remembered by those who knew them. I understand the last of the Walkin' Boys passed away just a few years ago having lived to a ripe old age of course--they walked every day:)  The song also features my singing; something that got lost along the way some years ago. You'll also hear a little tape hiss; it was mastered from a forty-year-old cassette:)
Lyrics:
It's another sunshiny morning in our little town,
The air is crisp and clear, a little snow left on the ground,
Then I look up Benton Street and guess who's coming down,
It's those Walkin' Boys, those Walkin' Boys are coming around.

Well they call the Village home but don't spend much time there,
They spend their time a walkin' 
And what folks think they don't much care,
And the season doesn't matter they still take the dare,
To tread in summer's heat or old man winter's frigid air.
Chorus:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say. 
All dressed up in dungarees,
Smoking their pipes as proud as you please,
Walkin' Boys where you going today?

They start out from the Village for their daily chore,
They check their mail box then walk to Stewart's jewelry store, 
And with their watches set they go on out the door
Headed for the graveyard then return to go once more.

Boys you may not know me but I think you're grand.
I used to think you strange, but now I better understand,
That you are the way you are because of God's own hand,
You're special to our town and unique in all the land.
Chorus 2:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say.
Lookin' at the graves but they aren't sad,
Just paying respects to their mom and dad,
Walkin' Boys where you goin' today?

Walkin' Boys (from Scenes of St. Francis)

Hey…. So I put down the slide guitar the other day, and picked up the mandolin after a slide solo wasn’t working. Then did this little song. A rather surreal look at the metaphysics of stars as they relate to us. Occasionally, we are at a loss to make sense of this life. I find perspective in observing the night sky, among other things, even if for only a brief moment. Hanging out with others helps too. So does playing music. I usually laugh at myself in those moments and realize just how fascinating life can be. I mentioned this story before, but in a different context. I have been ‘caretaking’ a fire ant colony for over twenty years. The common sense of today’s world would seek to destroy the colony, as labeling them as ‘nuisance pests’ comes with a dire consequence for the ants. Fire ants bite only to get a grip and then sting (from the abdomen) and inject a toxic alkaloid venom called solenopsin. Anyway, the colony had been in my neighbor’s yard decades ago, and I did my best to encourage him not to destroy the colony. But after seeing a friend of his riding over the colony with a riding lawn mower, I knew the colony was doomed if it stayed there. Then one day, while emptying the kitchen compost bucket into the compost pile, I saw a long trail of fire ants coming from my neighbor’s yard into mine. They had begun to build a mound near a brush pile in the back. So the ants have been here for 5 years or so. Sure, they may strip an aspen sapling bare, or try and sneak into my vegetable garden, but for the most part, they have been good neighbors. They have come out of their mound now that it is a little warmer. I was cleaning up the gardens in the back, and noticed hundreds of them working on their mound. I looked yesterday and I saw this one ant carrying a large twig, way bigger than him, on top of the mound. As he walked, the twig was waving back and forth like a sword raised in the air. I laughed (to myself) and realized it had been a while since I had done so. This song is about all those little things in life, like that, that bring us back…. Hope you like it. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

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Walk In The Park

For all those who don't give up, resist, for the resilient.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

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