Até tento entender  O que passa  por vc
Tanta praia qto marE impossível não me encantar

Outro verso pra vc, Eu te quero sen querer
Tudo pra recomeçar
O inverno chegou o tempo dirá
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Até tento entender
I que pass por vc
Tanta praia qto mar
E impossível não me encantar

Outro verso pra vc,
Eu te quero sen querer
Tudo pra recomeçar
O inverno chegou o tempo dirá


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O Sol Floreceu

"Still Blues" (Jack Miller)
J Dulva
(c) 2023 Cenote Music

Still Blues

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/amiga-soledad-version-instrumental

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/amiga-soledad-version-original-ver-texto

Amiga soledad

Estoy sentado en la cama
de mi austera habitación
y veo tras la montaña
el bello ocaso del sol.

Despacio va anocheciendo
pero qué me importa a mí
durante el día presiento
muy negro mi porvenir.

Mis canciones y mis libros
mi guitarra y su paz
son los únicos amigos
que acompañan mi soledad.

Estribillo

Amiga soledad, amiga soledad,
compañera de almohada
en las largas noches de invierno
de esos difíciles momentos
que la vida nos depara
y que nadie los quiere escuchar.

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Espero que algún día
la alegría vuelva a mí
y poder ir por la vida
sin dejar de sonreír. 

Pero aunque todo varíe
y consiga renacer
siempre que te necesite
en ti me ampararé.

Pues de niño me acogiste
y siempre me fuiste fiel:
el calor que tú me diste
conformó mi forma de ser.

Estribillo

Friend solitude

I am sitting on the bed
in my austere room
and I see behind the mountain
the beautiful sunset of the sun.

It is slowly getting dark
but what do I care
during the day I feel
my future is very dark.

My songs and my books
my guitar and its peace
are the only friends
that accompany my solitude.

Chorus

Friend solitude, friend solitude,
pillow companion
in the long winter nights
of those difficult moments
that life gives us
and that nobody wants to listen to.

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I hope that one day
joy returns to me
and I can go through life
without stopping smiling.

But even if everything changes
and I manage to be reborn
whenever I need you
I will take refuge in you.

Because as a child you welcomed me
and you were always faithful to me:
the warmth that you gave me
shaped my way of being.

Chorus

Amiga Soledad

An avant-garde and ambient-oriented song inspired by Psalm 50, whose goal is to ask God for mercy and to prepare to be reborn to a new life. It's based on atmospheric electronic music, with classical guitar solos and a tenor choir singing in a large church.

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Miserére

Dusk to Dawn

Why Are You Always Hiding

There are a thousand adversities for everyone who composes, designs or writes something in order to make progress. Nevertheless, you must not give up, because even if it is not enough for financial success, the soul is happy.
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Tausend Widrigkeiten, für jeden, der etwas komponiert, gestaltet oder schreibt um voranzukommen. Trotzdem darf man nicht aufgeben, denn wenn es auch nicht für den finanziellen Erfolg reicht, die Seele freut sich.

Ganz egal - nicht aufgeben

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The Seagulls are here.
They turn around the bell tower.
Dara is swimming below the cliff. 
She looks happy.
The Rain-Wall is quiet. 
It happens often in the morning.
I watch the sea. 
I've nothing better to spend my days.

The Seagulls suddenly go back to the sea.
I guess there must be something there to see.
A group of fish? A boat maybe?
Are we on our own in this damned country.

I scan the horizon.
Beyond the Rain-Wall. I see nothing.
Dara is playing with the dolphins. 
They look friendly.
I close my eyes. I hear the wind.
Growling. I freeze.
The top of a building 
Crashes quickly down to the sea.

The Rain-Wall suddenly goes wild. It’s crazy. 
I guess there must me a reason to this.
A God, angry? The Weather, cranky?
Are we leftovers in this damned country.

Are we leftovers in this damned country?
I guess there must me a reason to this
A God, angry? The Weather, cranky?
Are we leftovers? I see nobody.

Are We Leftovers?

A tune about three feats: Valleys deep, mountains high -- Dark night, lonesome place -- Lost direction in a crowded world.

Good Luck

white crow

As a composer, guitarist, and poet, Giuseppe Bonaccorso is firmly attached to atonal, avant-garde, and highly experimental music. A countercultural artist, he works out his music through original compositional processes never tied to mainstream culture.
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