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This poem was born from the vertigo that lingers after absence, especially when it follows fire. I wrote each verse as one might try to speak to silence—not to shatter it completely, but to find in its cracks some resonance. The memory of love, when it has been real, becomes an invisible presence: it keeps speaking to us in dreams, in the wind, in the echo of a kiss that still burns. This is an unsent letter, a whisper that descends like a dagger—not to wound, but to touch.
— Gabriel Ganiarov


You will feel
that the magic
was not a dream
because loneliness
is a storm.

My footsteps
will follow you
with the breeze
because every kiss
in our bonfire was real.

You will seek
silence from crying
for the lost past and destiny
in the blow of terror.

I sleep and dream
to find you again.

They are daggers
that descend
from my mouth to your silence...
until they break it.


Tu sentiras
que la magie
n'était pas un rêve
car la solitude
est une tempête.

Mes pas
te suivront
avec la brise
car chaque baiser
dans notre feu de joie était réel.

Tu chercheras
le silence des pleurs
pour le passé perdu et le destin
dans le souffle de la terreur.

Je dors et je rêve
pour te retrouver.

Ce sont des poignards
qui descendent
de ma bouche vers ton silence...
jusqu'à ce qu'ils le brisent.

Sentirás
que la magia
no fue un sueño
porque la soledad
es una tormenta.

Mis pasos
te seguirán
con la brisa
porque cada beso
en nuestra hoguera fue real.

Buscarás
el silencio del llanto
por el pasado perdido y el destino
en el soplo del terror.

Duermo y sueño
para encontrarte de nuevo.

Son dagas
que descienden
desde mi boca a tu silencio...
hasta romperlo.

Sentirai
che la magia
non era un sogno
perché la solitudine
è una tempesta.

I miei passi
ti seguiranno
con la brezza
perché ogni bacio
nel nostro falò era reale.

Cercherai
il silenzio dal pianto
per il passato perduto e il destino
nel soffio del terrore.

Dormo e sogno
di ritrovarti.

Sono pugnali
che scendono
dalla mia bocca al tuo silenzio...
finché non lo spezzano.

Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyrigth: 2018

You will feel

“Fever” is not about sickness — it’s about revelation. It’s the burning that precedes transformation, the trembling that arrives when body and soul collapse into one another. This song was born from that liminal space where desire is not only physical but existential, where touch becomes a form of knowledge and the beloved is both flame and sanctuary.

I wrote it as a prayer disguised as a confession, or maybe the other way around — a hymn to the moments when love silences the inner beast, when a gaze wounds sweetly, when the body speaks in sparks. “Fever” is about surrender without fear, the kind of intimacy that melts time, opens fierce doors, and names shadows with soft lips.

It’s not just about passion. It’s about being undone and remade by another’s presence.

—Gabriel Ganiarov.


Fever
sleep and gloom
in the tight synthesis of your legs
wounded by vertigo
in your pupils torn by so many burns
Quietly you fill the breath of my shadows
as if by loving you
the soul did not suffer
In the time of the foreground of your eyes

You look at me
you put me on a chain without tenants of moments
you can melt the asphalt without signs of insomnia
in the heartbeats that drive the blood

when you love

you close my fierce doors
the beast in me does not fear you
because I can kiss you with seven lips
soft and sweet
in the sparkle of your fingers....

La fiebre
duermevela y penumbra
en la apretada sìntesis de tus piernas
herido de vèrtigo
en tus pupilas que laceran de tanto ardor
Callada llenas el aliento de mis sombras
como si al amarte
el alma no doliera
en el tiempo del primer plano de tus ojos

Me miras
me pones una cadena sin inquilinos de momentos
puedes derretir al asfalto sin señales de insomnio
en los latidos que impulsan a la sangre

cuando amas

cierras mis puertas feroces
la bestia en mì no te teme
porque puedo besarte con siete labios
manso y dulce
en el destello de tus dedos....



Fièvre
sommeil et morosité
dans la synthèse étroite de tes jambes
blessées par le vertige
dans tes pupilles déchirées par tant de brûlures
Tu remplis tranquillement le souffle de mes ombres
comme si en t'aimant
l'âme ne souffrait pas
Au temps du premier plan de tes yeux

Tu me regardes
tu me mets enchaîné sans locataires de moments
tu peux faire fondre l'asphalte sans signes d'insomnie
dans les battements de cœur qui font courir le sang

quand tu aimes

tu fermes mes portes féroces
la bête en moi ne te craint pas
car je peux t'embrasser de sept lèvres
douces et sucrées
dans l'étincelle de tes doigts...


Febbre
sonno e malinconia
nella stretta sintesi delle tue gambe
ferite dalla vertigine
nelle tue pupille lacerate da tante ustioni
Silenziosamente riempi il respiro delle mie ombre
come se amandoti
l'anima non soffrisse
Nel tempo del primo piano dei tuoi occhi

Mi guardi
mi metti su una catena senza inquilini di momenti
puoi sciogliere l'asfalto senza segni di insonnia
nei battiti del cuore che spingono il sangue

quando ami

chiudi le mie porte feroci
la bestia in me non ti teme
perché posso baciarti con sette labbra
morbide e dolci
nel luccichio delle tue dita....

Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyrigth: 2015

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Gabriel Ganiarov
My work is born where language collapses and the tremor takes root. I write poems: I summon resonances. I am neither a producer nor a beatmaker: I am a poet who has learned to breathe with machines, to dance with code, to translate electricity into memory.

This sonic space I inhabit is the extension of my writing. Every song you hear here was conceived from the pulse of a poem—not one that aspires to formal perfection, but to the crack, the fold, the lingering echo of a soul that refuses to be silenced.

I call this gesture synaptic poetry: a lyrical architecture woven from unexpected connections—between word and algorithm, between emotion and machine, between exile and belonging. The melodies that accompany me here were designed with artificial intelligence, but it is my voice that activates them, my story that embodies them, my resistance that gives them meaning. There is no artifice without soul.

I am part of a displaced, fragmented generation—but not a silenced one. I come from the analog age and have evolved into the digital. That is why my aesthetic answers to what I call the Poetics of the Margin: not a lesser aesthetic, but an ethical stance. I write from the edges of the cultural map and from the fissures of the industry; I sing from the diaspora, not as a victim, but as a witness, as an exile of noise and a cartographer of whisper.

Here, on this profile, converge verses sung in more than one language, rhythms that have crossed sonic borders, and wounds that, when they dance, become bridges. Listening to these songs is opening the door to a lyrical continent where nostalgia merges with the digital pulse, and intimacy becomes expansive.

Welcome to this musical frontier where poems pulse and scars sing.
Here there is center, there is root.
Here there is homeland, there is voice.
Here, you can hear the rain falling—and also create from the beat, let the glitch run free, and endow poetry with binary code, in tune with the times we live in…

Poet,Author,Composer,Songwriter. Proudly born in Venezuela, living in Perú
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Gabriel Ganiarov

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