A distressing absorption and well done I greatly appreciate it!   ___ ❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect ___

Como pueden mirar, verlo y no llorar?
como pueden mirarlo, ver y no llorar?
Donde guardan la rabia? Donde esconden la tristeza?
Como calman la ira y porque no sienten dolor?

Queda solo mirarlo o tentarse y hacerlo, si total no es delito
Es un delito menor.

Un delito que no vas a lamentar.
Algo que tal vez ni sucedio.
Algo que no tuvo otro testigo que ésta cancion y este cantor.

Y si quedan las ganas y aparece de nuevo.
No la dejes pasar, despues no va a volver.
Despues viene la nada de la que no hay retorno
Y si lo ves le decis al Juez. Fue un delito menor.

Delito Menor

Going Home...

Been working on this one for a little while, nice to finally post it!

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Making the world perfect is to me a real paradox and conundrum.It bothers me when noble ideals are turned into self righteous accusatory rhetoric that becomes counterproductive to the goal of "world peace". How can we deal with real entrenched differences in culture that seem to conflict without war???

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for centuries crusaders have set out to fix the world
and try to make it perfect for every boy and girl

time after time like clockwork, they crumble in the dust
their noble ideals fall apart and turn into rust

the problem here is that nothing's really perfect
and what's your perfect is not mine
and mine is not yours

this one eats meat that to that one is taboo
neither is right neither is wrong
so how can they get along

the world is many hues,a little black a little white
but it's mostly a foggy gray that we must muddle through

we are all in one boat and we each have an oar
we are all trying to reach the other shore
if we don't pull together we will just spin around
the boat will fill with water and we will all drown

the trick to perfect in this world is to tolerate what's imperfect to you
accept it as a difference and being just that
not better...not worse
and don't make them into a lame excuse
to kill or rape or persecute

facts seem hard to come by, but that's where we have to start
intolerance and disrespect will throw us off the mark
so let's keep it simple, it's a place where we can start

pain is pain and should be stopped
hunger is hunger and should be fed
cold is cold and should be clothed
thirst is thirst and lips should be wet

start with this and work our way down opinions crooked path
understand we won't agree on all that comes to pass
you cannot be intolerant of intolerance if you want to reach the end
for if you are intolerant to what seems intolerant to you
no matter how noble your pursuit
you just become another racist

and that my friend is the rub when you try and change the world

the rub

This was another beautiful project in which producer Morten Jeamland sent me the music and I sang the vocals. 

We share the love for nature and feel that it is a vital part of wellbeing. People can be very disconnected from nature these days, which is a worrying development. It is good to go back to the roots.  And protection of nature and all the living species should be at the forefront of any decision making in the world.

Remix and production by Morten Jeamland @mortenjeamland

Lyrics and vocals by Heidi K

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Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco
https://youtu.be/O_WSYdN6hnI

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Funky Days In Mars

With My friend Sidhartha Gautama, love him !!

sorry

A new collaroration with the talented Cosmic Keanu(https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu) around another Robert E. Howard character.
Returning to his Homeland after a life of slaying dark creatures across the globe, Kane finds only sorrow and regret there before an eerie howl drives him on the road:

The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs,
     the air was slashed with foam,
The long tides moaned along the strand
     when Solomon Kane came home.
He walked in silence strange and dazed
     through the little Devon town,
His gaze, like a ghost’s come back to life,
     roamed up the streets and down.

The people followed wonderingly
     to mark his spectral stare,
And in the tavern silently
     they thronged about him there.
He heard as a man hears in a dream
     the worn old rafters creak,
And Solomon lifted his drinking-jack
     and spoke as a ghost might speak:

“There sat Sir Richard Grenville once;
     in smoke and flame he passed,
“And we were one to fifty-three,
     but we gave them blast for blast.
“From crimson dawn to crimson dawn,
     we held the Dons at bay.
“The dead lay littered on our decks,
     our masts were shot away.

“We beat them back with broken blades,
     till crimson ran the tide;
“Death thundered in the cannon smoke
     when Richard Grenville died.
“We should have blown her hull apart
     and sunk beneath the Main.”
The people saw upon his wrists
     the scars of the racks of Spain.

“Where is Bess?” said Solomon Kane.
     “Woe that I caused her tears.”
“In the quiet churchyard by the sea
     she has slept these seven years.”
The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane,
     and Solomon bowed his head.
“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
     and the fairest fade,” he said.

His eyes were mystical deep pools
     that drowned unearthly things,
And Solomon lifted up his head
     and spoke of his wanderings.
“Mine eyes have looked on sorcery
     in the dark and naked lands,
“Horror born of the jungle gloom
     and death on the pathless sands.

“And I have known a deathless queen
     in a city old as Death,
“Where towering pyramids of skulls
     her glory witnesseth.
“Her kiss was like an adder’s fang,
     with the sweetness Lilith had,
“And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood
     in that City of the Mad.

“And I have slain a vampire shape
     that sucked a black king white,
“And I have roamed through grisly hills
     where dead men walked at night.
“And I have seen heads fall like fruit
     in the slaver’s barracoon,
“And I have seen winged demons fly
     all naked in the moon.

“My feet are weary of wandering
     and age comes on apace;
“I fain would dwell in Devon now,
     forever in my place.”
The howling of the ocean pack
     came whistling down the gale,
And Solomon Kane threw up his head
     like a hound that snuffs a trail.

A-down the wind like a running pack
     the hounds of the ocean bayed,
And Solomon Kane rose up again
     and girt his Spanish blade.
In his strange cold eyes a vagrant gleam
     grew wayward and blind and bright,
And Solomon put the people by
     and went into the night.

A wild moon rode the wild white clouds,
     the waves in white crests flowed,
When Solomon Kane went forth again
     and no man knew his road.
They glimpsed him etched against the moon,
     where clouds on hilltop thinned;
They heard an eery echoed call
     that whistled down the wind.

Solomon Kane’s Homecoming (read by Cosmic Keanu)

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