Wrap Me In Twilight

Purple

son kez

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Train to Nowhere

A Quiet Minute (alternate version)

Dance With Me

a soft journey between small streets and big visions

Que sera

Era una tarde lluviosa de febrero,
todavía recuerdo su mesa,
estaba en la casa de ella,
cuando me invitó a ver el futuro.

Con la mente en paz y en blanco,
cerré los ojos y agarre sus manos,
y me vi en la cima de una montaña,
no supe si era de tarde o de mañana.

Observaba con una perfecta calma,
estaba distinto, no era porque me veia mas viejo,
sino que era alguien que todo lo observaba,
éramos muchos los que observábamos.

Era una gran ola, tan imponente
una gran ola, tan monstruosa,
se comía la ciudad a toda prisa,
mientras nos golpeaba una fuerte brisa.

No entendía porqué la veía,
mi ciudad esta a 1500 kilómetros
del mar, no entendía, 
mi ciudad no es ciudad de puertos.

De pronto y no sé cómo
podía ver como el agua iba destruyendo,
vi a las personas correr, escapando del agua,
no podían escapar, era tarde.

Y fue entonces cuando podía sentir
su desesperación, su dolor,
y de nuevo, el dolor de otros
son los que me traen de vuelta. 

En mi ciudad somos varios,
los que vemos lo mismo,
lo que sueñan como algo fijo,
esa gran ola comiendo la ciudad

Tucumán está a 1500 km,
mil quinientos de distancia al mar,
no sé qué lo ocaciona,
solo que ésta vision me ha perseguido.

Desde la cima de la montaña vi llegar la gran ola

 (And God said, )
Let there bee lights  (lights)
in the firmament of the heaven, 
to divide the day from the night: 
(and let them be ) for signes and for seasons, 
and for days and years.

And let them be 
for lights in the firmament of the heaven, 
to give light upon the earth: 
(and it was so.)x2

(And God made )
two great lights:  (two great lights)
the greater light to rule the day, 
and the lesser light 
to rule the night: 
then he made the stars too!

(And God set )
them in the firmament of the heaven,
 to give light upon the earth:

And to rule 
over the day, and over the night, 
and to divide 
the light from the darkness: 
(and God saw )
that it was good. x2

And the evening and the morning 
were the fourth day.

(And God said,) 
Let the waters bring forth abundantly 
the moving creature that hath life, 
and fouls that flies above the earth 
in the open firmament of heaven.

God made 
great whales, !
and every creature alive that moves, 
which the waters abundantly brought forth 
after their kind. 
and every winged foul 
after his kind: 
(God saw that it was good.)x2

God blessed them and said:
Be fruitful 
and multiply, !
fill the waters in the Seas, 
and let fouls multiply ...(in the earth).

And the evening 
and the morning were the fifth day.

(And God said,) 
Let the earth bring forth 
the living creature 
after his kind, 
cattle, and creeping thing, 
beast of the earth after his kind: 
and it was so. x2.

(And God made )the beast  and cattle 
of the earth after his kind,(after their kind)
and every thing that creeps on the ground, 
after his kind
(and God saw- that it was good)x2.

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LIBERDADE: O Apelo à Liberdade de Fernando Pessoa | Quando o Fado Quebra as Suas Correntes

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​Com „Liberdade“, Art LIS BOA apresenta uma explosão sonora de esperança e rutura. Esta canção é uma homenagem carinhosa a Fernando Pessoa e é baseada num dos seus poemas profundos que capta a essência da liberdade.
​O tema contrasta conscientemente com o fatalismo tradicional do Fado: É o apelo triunfante da alma pela Libertação, após o longo sofrimento do Lamento. A composição profundamente emocional aborda a superação das correntes e a saudade pelo horizonte, mesmo que o destino (Destino) pareça proibi-lo.
​Testemunhe como a voz masculina rouca e soulful (Soul Timbre) usa a estrutura do Fado para finalmente se libertar, transformando a força lírica de Pessoa num manifesto musical. A Guitarra Portuguesa torna-se aqui um símbolo de partida, não de dor. Um must-have para fãs que procuram Fado Novo, World Music e a força catártica da grande poesia.


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LIBERDADE: Fernando Pessoas Ruf nach Freiheit | Wenn der Fado seine Ketten sprengt

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​Mit „Liberdade“ präsentiert Art LIS BOA eine klangliche Explosion der Hoffnung und des Bruchs. Dieser Song ist eine liebevolle Hommage an Fernando Pessoa und basiert auf einem seiner tiefgründigen Gedichte, das die Essenz der Freiheit einfängt.
​Der Track steht bewusst im Kontrast zum traditionellen Fado-Fatalismus: Er ist der triumphale Ruf der Seele nach Libertação, nach dem langen Leiden des Lamentos. Die tief emotionale Komposition thematisiert das Überwinden von Ketten und die Sehnsucht nach dem Horizont, selbst wenn das Schicksal (Destino) es zu verbieten scheint.
​Erlebe, wie die raue, soulvolle Männerstimme (Soul Timbre) die Fado-Struktur nutzt, um die lyrische Kraft Pessoas in ein musikalisches Manifest zu verwandeln. Die Guitarra Portuguesa wird hier zum Symbol des Aufbruchs, nicht des Schmerzes. Ein Muss für Fans, die Fado Novo, World Music und die kathartische Kraft der großen Dichtung suchen.



Genre Fado Novo, World Music, Soul
Mood Triumph, Hope, Breakthrough, Philosophical
Themen Fernando Pessoa, Liberdade (Freiheit), Destino, Dichtung
Instrumentation prominente Guitarra Portuguesa, Male Vocal, Soul Timbre

Liberdade - Fernando Pessoa - amor

“Oxford Revisited” is a chamber-folk narrative told across eight hours of a 20-year reunion at New College, Oxford. It’s the sound of returning to the architecture of your youth and discovering the internal rooms you’ve locked or forgotten. Over fingerpicked guitar, warm cello, and soft glitch textures, the album follows a 40-year-old protagonist as he retraces the pathways of his first independence—old staircases, renovated bars, candlelit halls—meeting the ghosts of who he was.

Across the evening he reconnects with Anna, a woman whose life was transformed by a book he wrote in his twenties. Her gratitude destabilises him at first; he barely recognises the idealistic version of himself she quotes back. But as the night deepens—from laughter with first-year neighbours to the humbling sobriety of an alumni football match—he begins to warm to the idea that the artist he used to be isn’t gone, just quiet.

By midnight, standing on the Mound beneath the warm lamps and cool air, he accepts a truth he’s avoided: growing up didn’t erase the creative self—it only buried it under routine. Anna didn’t come to remind him of the past; she came to return him to himself.

This is an album about memory, drift, courage, and the dignity of beginning again. Not nostalgia—recognition.

Forty on the Mound

To all of you friendly souls which listen to my songs. Thank you!.  I dont need to hear from you, the listening numbers has its own tune and I wouldn't be this new me if it wasn´t for you.  God bless. You folks are the reason I´ll continue.

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