Copy of Que saudade Odessa

Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round the sonic hearth, for we're about to embark on a musical expedition that will tantalize your auditory senses and transport you to a realm where sound becomes a time machine. This is more than just a track; it's a sonic journey through the ages, a gastronomic feast for the ears.

Our melody is a guitar-based masterpiece, a siren's call that beckons you into the unknown. Picture not one, but two guitars, their parts doubling and intertwining like old lovers meeting after a long separation. It's a dance of strings that paints intricate patterns across your mind.

But here's where it gets truly mesmerizing – angular harmonic ideas that twist and turn like a serpent through the musical landscape. The harmonies defy convention, leading you down a labyrinthine path of sonic exploration. Your ears won't believe what they're hearing.

And then, the deep bass arrives, a rumbling undercurrent that resonates within your very core. It's the heartbeat of this composition, a primal force that anchors you to the ancient soil of the Sierra Norte here in Mexico.

Ah, but we're not done yet. The piano steps in, its keys a portal to nostalgia. It weaves a melancholic tale that tugs at your heartstrings, like the echoes of a long-lost memory.

Now, let's talk about the feel of the ancients. This isn't just music; it's a spiritual journey. It's as if the ghosts of the Sierra Norte have found a way to communicate through sound. Close your eyes, and you can almost see them, the indigenous people who once roamed these lands, leaving their indelible mark on the very air we breathe.

As the notes swirl and dance, you'll find yourself ensnared in elusions of psychedelic experiences, like a shamanic ritual conducted by ancient gods, their names long forgotten but their presence still lingering in the hidden corners of our minds.

But don't be fooled, for there's a hint of the creepy, a shadowy figure that lurks just out of sight. It's the yin to the composition's yang, a reminder that even in the most awe-inspiring moments, there is a touch of darkness.

This composition is a testament to the Sierra Norte, a place where every tree tells a story, and every rock whispers the secrets of time. It's inspired by the walks in these woods, the people who call this place home, and the ancient souls who once walked this hallowed ground.

So, my friends, prepare to be transported to a world where music becomes a portal to history, where the past and present collide in a symphony of emotions. It's a feast for the ears, a journey for the soul, and an experience you won't soon forget. Bon appétit, or should I say, buen provecho! 🎸🌲🎶 

#SonicExpedition #SierraNorteSoundscapes #MusicalFeast #AncientWhispers

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A song written by a good friend of mine. He asked me to sing it as he needed to distance himself from it.  

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Vidéo réalisée par  Muette : https://youtu.be/vLZYgKfl-sc

La femme que j'aime    (Translated after the French text )
Texte :                  Chépa
Vidéo et chant:    Muette
Musique  :             Alain Illos

La femme que j’aime
Dort à côté de moi
Il n’y a pas de problème
Mais elle ne m’aime pas
La femme que j’aime
Dort à côté de moi
Et ses rêves la promènent
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Déjeune en face de moi
Au petit matin blême
Le silence et le froid
La femme que j’aime
Déjeune en face de moi
Et ses pensées l’emmènent
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Va au travail sans moi
Me laisse à mes poèmes
Elle, trime pour l’état
La femme que j’aime
Va au travail sans moi
Et son chemin la mène
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Quitte son boulot déjà
Elle est toute légère
Elle sourit même je crois
La femme que j’aime
Quitte son boulot déjà
Et son élan l’entraîne
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Rentre le soir chez moi
Se plaint d’une migraine
D’un rhume ou du froid
La femme que j’aime
Rentre le soir chez moi
Éprise d’une étreinte
D’un autre homme que moi
La femme que j’aime
Est partie il y a un mois
Me laissant son empreinte
Son odeur dans les draps
La femme que j’aime
Est partie il y a un mois
Et depuis mes poèmes
Ne parlent que de toi

The woman I love

The woman I love
Sleeps beside me
There is no problem
But she doesn't love me
The woman I love
Sleeps beside me
And her dreams take her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Has lunch in front of me
In the early morning
Silence and cold
The woman I love
Has breakfast in front of me
And her thoughts take her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Goes to work without me
Leaves me to my poems
She toils for the state
The woman I love
Goes to work without me
And her path leads her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Leaving work already
She's so light
She's even smiling I think
The woman I love
Leaving work already
And her momentum carries her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Comes home in the evening
Complains of a headache
A cold or the cold
The woman I love
Comes home in the evening
In love with an embrace
Of a man other than myself
The woman I love
Left a month ago
Leaving her mark on me
Her scent in the sheets
The woman I love
Left a month ago
And since then my poems
Speak only of you

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