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Dum Dada

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Verso 1]
No grita, no corre tras de ti,
no exige un sitio donde vivir.
Permanece suave, sin hablar —
un amor callado, sin marchar.

[Verso 2]
No es chispa que arde y se va,
sino llama fiel que siempre está.
No se impone ni traza el fin —
sólo abraza lo que hay en ti.

[Estribillo]
🕯️ Amor que espera — tras la puerta está,
no empuja, no quiere más.
Aguanta el tiempo, la confusión —
y cuando tú quieras… allí estará.

[Interludio instrumental]
(piano lento, eco cálido, cuerda tenue)

[Verso 3]
Escuchó tus lágrimas sin hablar,
conoce el miedo, sabe esperar.
No exige nada, no se va —
una linterna en la oscuridad.

[Estribillo – con armonía]
🕯️ Amor que espera — tras la puerta está,
no empuja, no quiere más.
Aguanta el tiempo, la confusión —
y cuando tú quieras… allí estará.

[Final – susurrado]
Nunca se fue.
Sólo… esperó.

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Elemental Vol. 1 moves through earth, air, fire, and water not as metaphors but as emotional states. The songs drift like weather systems, mixing tenderness with atmosphere - acoustic guitars and field-warm vocals meeting the pulse of understated techno rhythms. The production is deliberately porous: wood and wire breathing alongside soft synths and spectral drum-machine traces. It's an "acoustic techno" album in the sense that rhythm and resonance share the same dirt. The songs carry the physical textures of wind in rafters, gravel underfoot, or rain on a roof, yet they shimmer with digital light. This meeting of folk intimacy and electronic timbres gives the album its peculiar gravity - part back-porch confession, part after-hours heartbeat.

Lyrically, Elemental Vol. 1 abandons conventional pop architecture. Instead of verse–chorus–bridge repetition, each piece unfolds as a field poem - free-form, continuous, and responsive to its own inner weather. The writing treats structure as tide rather than grid: refrains return when they need to, not when they're told to. This openness lets the language breathe in sync with the natural imagery that drives it - storms, light, stone, silence - and invites listeners to inhabit the songs as evolving spaces rather than predictable forms. Across the various mixes of its six song poems - We Learn the Sky, Don't Sightsee This Heart, Be a Storm in Me, Til the Heat Is Gone, You Happen Like Weather, and Wild Gifts - the album traces the cycles of intimacy and impermanence, finding in their motion the same quiet power that turns seasons, wheels, and hearts.

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