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

Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Keagan-hoffman-anthrax-in-the-garden-of-eden-lyrics

Anthrax in the Garden of Eden (prod. Eurt Apatea)

Metall & Psytrance ( S.U.N. Projekt ) in the Mix

This is not Deephouse, This is House with Deep Flavor

NEW HEAT ALERT! Jah has been quiet for the past month and a half, and now we know why. With the release of A GHETTO STORY, the artist takes us deeper into his unique sound. In a recent interview, Jah stated, "WE UNLOCKED THE CHEATCODE, now the work is going to be more consistent than ever. The tape is an experimental exercise of what's to come, so just enjoy and look out, because a wave is about to hit soon." We can't wait to hear more, as this artist never disappoints. Enjoy A GHETTO STORY! 

A Ghetto Story

Flooded Intentions

Buy Album Link

First ever project. Hella more to come #4EVERROLLIN🕷️

N My Zone ft. BallerKid (prod. tylo)

Plus One (prod. Awakeagain)

Tracklist:
01 -Marina Maximilian, Adam Ten, Mita Gami -Million Pieces (Original Mix)
02 - Gianluca Calabrese -I Got The Power (Original Mix)
03 - Dub Pepper, Februm, ANIRADA - My Desire (Night Mix)
04 - Daniel Jaeger, Beobê - Back To The Club  (Extended Mix)
05 - Marsias, Ali Bakgor, Celik - They Know My Name (Extended Mix)
06 - Nick Schwenderling, MAZ'N - Ways (Extended Mix)
07 - Sharam Jey, Frey - Walk Away  (Original Mix)
08 - Bouzidi - Everyone Is Right (Original Mix)
09 - Arkaim - The Rave (Extended Mix)
10 - Moontalk - Lovergirl (Original Mix)
11 - SIlvera -Journey to the Spectrum of Sound (TH3OS Remix)
12 - Pysh, David LeSal - That Groove  (Original Mix)
13 - Garden City Movement, Mita Gami - Terracotta (Original Mix)
14 - Bonafique, KADI (IL) - Jazzmin (Extended Mix)
15 - German Brigante - Take Control  (Original Mix)

Bayfront Sessions #8 [Indie Dance & Melodic]

Nobody

I Want To Belong Somewhere

“Heaven’s HR Department” is a melodic, tongue-in-cheek ballad by Ray Conn that imagines the afterlife as a celestial bureaucracy. A good soul arrives in heaven, gets promoted by Saint Peter, and reunites with family — only to uncover long-buried secrets that spark arguments and a divine demotion.
With acoustic textures, retro harmonies, and lyrical wit, the song blends folk storytelling with cabaret-style satire. It’s a playful meditation on goodness, gossip, and the unexpected politics of paradise.
Perfect for fans of narrative songwriting, musical theatre, and anyone who’s ever wondered what happens after the pearly gates — especially if there’s paperwork involved.


Heaven's HR Department

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
kata ton daimona eiatoy
Follower of the Ligth