LITTLE LIES WHILE SUMMER IS COMING

This is the opening tune of the Mediterrâneo piece. Sadly, it remains quite actual. Here I sing with my brother Pedro.

*** Lágrimas na Chuva ***

Choram nos peitos sem leite as bocas dos condenados.
Nascidos num mundo errado, eles nem entram na corrida.
Eles passam timidamente, sem malícia e sem pecado.
Definham discretamente, sem arauto e sem alarde,
e morrem sem ser notados, como lágrimas na chuva.

Lágrimas Na Chuva

Most of my songs come to me just before I fall asleep or just after I wake up. My brain's in a place of peace, quiet and openness at that time, I guess

Dream Come True


In a dream
she came to me
Claimed my heart
so easily

Sent me reeling
Barely breathing
Bedazzled me

Swept me up
in loving arms
with a dash of
magic charms

Helpless feeling
with no ceiling
God's majesty

I can't find
the words to say
to explain
that fateful day

The thunder rolled
All doubts did fold
Might seem a bit cliche

I was taken for a ride
I got to glimpse
the other side

A place of wonder
Unencumbered

It's true

Love came that day

You have made me happy Baby
Everything you freely gave me

Opened up my eyes
What a sweet surprise
You've blown me away

I will start this very day
to show you
in every way

All my love for you
For my whole life through

You're my dream come true

I love you!

You're the one. I always knew
I love everything you do

With you time just flies
Never cloudy skies

You're my dream come true

I am yours from this day on
We have found a magic bond

that no one here can take
A bond that will not break

You're my dream come true

You and I we got it all
River wide and mountain tall

We will find our way
and cherish every day

You're my dream come true

 All I know is
you have made me happy Baby
Everything you freely gave me

opened up my eyes
What a sweet surprise

You're my dream come true

I love you!

Dream Come True

Merry belated Christmas to all.
Due to a little indulgence this year this track is a little late being released 
I hope you enjoy.
Music,composition,arangement,mix and production ... Pablo.

Santa's Toyshop

Santas Toyshop

Para escuchar la versión cantada por Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira
Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-ac

Y ME PARECE MENTIRA

Te veo y no lo puedo creer:

detengo mis ojos en tu cara

intentando encontrar la mirada

que ayer tanto me hizo padecer

y descubro al instante el presente

que penetra con fuerza en mi mente

destrozando tu imagen de ayer.


Te observo y no consigo entender:

creía reciente aquel verano

salpicado de amores tempranos

teniendo la luna como juez

y la llama de mis ilusiones

que forjó mis primeras canciones

en los más profundo de mi ser.


Comparo, y me parece mentira, 

la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

todavía conservo el perfume

de aquellas mañanas de estío

y el sabor amargo del desprecio

socavando el alma de un crío.


Recuerdo y soy tu esclavo otra vez:

navego en los mares de tus ojos

inundando la noche de gozo

sembrando esperanza por mi piel

pero arribo a tu puerto y zozobro

y mi gozo se torna en sollozos 

al oír que no hay nada que hacer.


Comparo, y me parece mentira,
 
la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

¿quién no guarda la risa o el llanto

de aquel primer beso de ensueño?

risa para el que apuró buen vino

llanto el que brindó con veneno.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE A LIE

I see you and I can't believe it:

I fix my eyes on your face

trying to find the gaze

that made me suffer so much yesterday

and I instantly discover the present

which penetrates my mind with force

shattering your image of yesterday.

I watch you and I can't understand:

I thought that summer was recent

spattered with early loves

having the moon as my judge

and the flame of my dreams

that forged my first songs

in the depths of my being.

I compare, and it seems like a lie,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

I still retain the scent

of those summer mornings

and the bitter taste of contempt

undermining the soul of a child.

I remember and I am your slave again:

I sail the seas of your eyes

flooding the night with joy

sowing hope through my skin

but I arrive at your port and capsize

and my joy turns to sobs

when I hear there's nothing to be done.

I compare, and it seems untrue,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

Who doesn't remember the laughter or the tears

of that first dreamy kiss?

Laughter for the one who drank good wine

Crying for the one who toasted with poison.

Y me parece mentira

Caligo Paean is a 1 hour long sound piece installed on river front property in the town of Franklin, Tasmania as part of the exhibition "When The Fog Clears". It formed part of the Ten Days on The Island Festival March 2025. The intro features the Nocefresca Choir - an impromptu group formed of artist residents I met in Sardinia in 2024. The group (none of us singers) were asked to vocalise in an ancient roman antechamber on a field trip by Sardinian Composer Gaia Aloisi. I recorded it on my zoom for hopeful future use - and here it is making up the intro to this 'song of praise' to the goddess of fog, mystery and chaos. 
The work was installed in several locations across the property including a stack of subs under an old bus, in the main exhibition space and in an abandoned shed some 40 metres from the main area (pictured). The speakers were tuned quite differently depending on their location and the sound was not delay corrected with the result of each mini-installation merging with each other in odd sonic ways  - kind of calling the listener from one spot to another. The the work features field recordings, percussion, piano, bass guitar and Intonarumori as well as this special one off choir : ) 
Big thanks to everyone involved!!
Official press release below. 
Every day, the mists of the Huon Valley perform a seductive dance, gently obscuring and revealing contours of the fertile land and waters. Situated in The Watershed Franklin, When The Fog Clears features six artists from lutruwita / Tasmania exploring the region’s iconic mists through a variety of mediums including installation, sculpture, illustration, sound, and video. 

Developed exclusively for Franklin, this exhibit extends from the waterfront itself into the chambers, kilns, and rafters of the shed, inviting visitors to consider fog as an atmosphere that can cloak us in unexpected ways.

Featuring:
Amber Koroluk-Stephenson
Nadège Phillipe Janon
Joshua Santospirito
Rosie Hastie
Mat Ward
Ursula Woods

When The Fog Clears is curated by Loren Kronemyer and Produced by Constance ARI

This project is supported by Arts Tasmania and presented in partnership with Ten Days on the Island.

Caligo Paean (Intro)

Original composition by Neno J. (song for my little grandson)
Nylon electro-acoustic guitar Cordoba Studio GK, recorded directly using multi effect Hotone Ampero 100.

Bossa for little Noah

Enjoy the summer!
Spotify Playlist Curator Shania Wagema:
„The beats give off strong vibrant and summer vibes…The production is amazing and quite admirable.“

Sommerhit

Strange sense

This instrumental track, performed by GOLTZ (Gunther Benedict-drums, Christoph Musil-bass, Mario Palaschke-keyboards), is the result of a nightly improvisation over a poem by German writer Christian Morgenstern (1871-1914).

Gruselette

This is an old traditional Malagasy song,
we did for you 

Kitana on vocals 
Rina on piano

Mifankatiava ihany
Raha mbola velona aina
Tsy misy toy izany ny mampifaly saina

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina re

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina

Koa raha tsy fotoana ela
No hipetrahana eto
Andeha re
Andeha re mba hifamela
Andeha hifamela mba tsy harahin-tsento
Mba tsy harahin-tsento
Andeha re(Andeha re)
Mba hifamela
Mba tsy arahin-tsento

tranlation:
Let’s love one another
While we are still alive
There’s nothing more joyful than that for the soul

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

So if our time here
Is not for long
Let us go
Let us go and forgive each other
Let us forgive, so no sorrow remains
So no sorrow remains
Let us go (Let us go)
To forgive
So sorrow won’t follow

Cover Solika - Mifankatiava ihany | by Kitana and Rina

My orchestral and piano tribute to this amazing composition by Handel

Passacaglia

BILL BAREK - GUITAR
GIOULI - BASS
TASOS - DRUMS
CHRISTOS - VOCALS , LYRICS

ACID BREATHING

Begin now to breathe,
Handmade by yourself,
Reality lives,
Time from your Breath.

Begin now to live,
Thoughtmade by your will,
Dimension denies,
What messages mean.

Yourself is the will,
Direct to a cell,
Universe lives,
God Knows Your Breath,

Begin now to breathe - Begin now to live,
Handmade by yourself - Thoughtmade by your will,
Reality lives time from your breath,
Dimension denies what messages mean.

ACID BREATHING

lyrics

On some summer day
You'll be mine to stay
On some summer day

Then on winter nights
I will hold you tight
Mine, Mine

When the seasons matter no more
Matter no more
Matter no more
When the seasons matter no more
Matter no more
Matter no more

On some summer day
You'll be mine to stay
Some summer day
Then on winter nights
I'll hold you tight
Mine, Oh Mine

When the seasons matter no more
Matter no more
Matter no more

no more

when the seasons matter no more

The Blade/ Pearl Handle

Songster version was a little ‘copla’ about not being able to be with, nor without, a loved person.  As usual, I’ve ‘upgraded’ it, process from which you only get the final result, normally. 

But, following lyrics’ contradictions, I not only serve parts with different levels of (dis)order in heavy rock - flamenco sauce, but raw vs very cooked parts as well, starting with the improvised phone recording of the very first idea I had to develop the song, so please excuse my failures and noises.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)  /  I know where you're coming from (Don’t you leave again)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pena,        /  when you come with that sweet sad face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes llorando sin que te duela,     /  when you come crying without any pain,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando dices que quieres hablar conmigo,  /  when you say that you want to talk to me,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando quieres estar al lado mío,                /  when you want to be by my side,

te veo venir (x3)                                           /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pilla,          /  when you come with that sweet sly face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa sonrisa, chiquilla,    /  when you come with that smile, little girl,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

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