Name: How do I breathe in this quiet house by Geeky Animals
Duration: 4 min 47 s
Description: Quiet moments when love slips through your fingers, caught in soulful jazz that knows the ache of letting go. Each melody carries the weight of goodbye and whispers of hearts learning to love again.

Songs from the album "Tales to Tell".
Tales of the Days I Remember.

A fadin' star

Patria
Patria no es un lugar geográfico, sino una herida que habla. Este poema nace del desarraigo, de la memoria y del duelo por lo perdido. Es un intento de nombrar aquello que sigue ardiendo incluso en el exilio. No idealiza, no acusa: simplemente recuerda. Y al recordar, ama.

—Gabriel Ganiarov

Es borrosa
la patria desde lejos
pero, ¿Qué es la patria? me preguntas
yo la miro
como amante mujer de largas trenzas
tú la ves y la señalas
entre la peste y el humo autoritario
la señalas
como un pan que sabe a gloria lejana en la excelsa rabia del violentado
Eres pequeño, digo
y quizás subirás como otoño a un río
mientras a tu lado camino
indecisos ambos entre el terror y el valor, niños entre el tumulto 
y los rostros adustos de la barbarie
La Patria es:
Cuerpo sin cuerpo
Atadura del delirio
la luz de la lampara en la noche
que da el abrigo necesario
Patria es caminar con frente en alto
Sudor, esfuerzo y luz
trabajo honrado
Estudio,amor y sacrificio
Patria es
lo que hacemos juntos caminando
para regresar
 y recomponer las tejas rotas de nuestro cielo

It is blurred,
the homeland from afar,
but what is the homeland? you ask me.
I look at it
like a lover, a woman with long braids.
You see it and point to it
amidst the stench and authoritarian smoke.
You point to it
like bread that tastes of distant glory in the sublime rage of the violated.
You are small, I say,
and perhaps you will rise like autumn to a river
while I walk beside you,
both of us undecided between terror and courage, children amid the turmoil
and the grim faces of barbarism
Homeland is:
Body without body
Bondage of delirium
the light of the lamp in the night
that provides the necessary shelter
Outcast is walking with your head held high
Sweat, effort, and light
honest work
Study, love, and sacrifice
Homeland is
what we do together walking
to return
 and repair the broken tiles of our sky

Elle est floue,
la patrie vue de loin,
mais qu'est-ce que la patrie ? me demandes-tu.
Je la regarde
comme une amante aux longues tresses.
Tu la vois et tu la montres du doigt
entre la peste et la fumée autoritaire.
Tu la montres du doigt
comme un pain qui a le goût d'une gloire lointaine dans la rage sublime de celui qui a été violé.
Tu es petit, dis-je,
et peut-être monteras-tu comme l'automne vers une rivière
tandis que je marche à tes côtés,
indécis tous deux entre la terreur et le courage, enfants parmi la cohue 
et les visages austères de la barbarie
La patrie, c'est :
Un corps sans corps
Le lien du délire
La lumière de la lampe dans la nuit
Qui apporte le réconfort nécessaire
Être paria, c'est marcher la tête haute
La sueur, l'effort et la lumière
Le travail honnête
L'étude, l'amour et le sacrifice
La patrie, c'est
ce que nous faisons ensemble en marchant
pour revenir
 et réparer les tuiles cassées de notre ciel


È sfocata
la patria da lontano
ma cos'è la patria? mi chiedi
io la guardo
come un'amante dai lunghi capelli intrecciati
tu la vedi e la indichi
tra la pestilenza e il fumo autoritario
la indichi
come un pane che sa di gloria lontana nell'esaltata rabbia del violentato
Sei piccolo, dico
e forse salirai come l'autunno su un fiume
mentre io cammino al tuo fianco
indecisi entrambi tra il terrore e il coraggio, bambini tra il tumulto 
e i volti cupi della barbarie
La Patria è:
Corpo senza corpo
Legame del delirio
la luce della lampada nella notte
che dà il necessario riparo
Paria è camminare a testa alta
Sudore, sforzo e luce
lavoro onesto
Studio, amore e sacrificio
Patria è
ciò che facciamo insieme camminando
per tornare indietro
 e ricomporre le tegole rotte del nostro cielo

Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyrigth: 2018

Patria

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All In


I sat at the table 
And went all in
As I was watching
The people 
around the pool
I ran and did dive in
I wait 3 A.M.
And do my little dance
With myself 
I despise 
your bohemian style
But I sure do like
Your angel eyes 

I know 
I am relentless 
I know 
You think I’m reckless 
But I need
Some defense fence
Around me
To keep all the wolves at bay 
Every night 
And day

I sat at the table 
And went all in
As I was watching
The people 
around the pool
I ran and did dive in
I wait 3 A.M.
And do my little dance
With myself 
I despise 
your bohemian style
But I sure do like
Your angel eyes 

I know 
I am relentless 
I know 
You think I’m reckless 
But I need
Some defense fence
Around me
To keep all the wolves at bay 
Every night 
And day

All In

Quiet moments when love slips through your fingers, caught in soulful jazz that knows the ache of letting go. Each melody carries the weight of goodbye and whispers of hearts learning to love again.

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