lucas sugo

Sonido profesional + Lucas sugo (Mega 2013)

Marilina feat. Rumberos - No Llores Por Mi

Actuación en el anfiteatro del Río Uruguay de Lucas Sugo en la 49 Semana de la Cerveza.

Lucas Sugo En Vivo Semana De La Cerveza 14 - 04 - 14

Olvidame Si Puedes - Noa Noa (Base Mix) - DJ FACKO (Salta Capital)

I never show up late to my own life.
Clockface noise fades; I set my time.

World runs red lights, chases green.
I walk clear lanes, knowing what I mean.

No missed trains when the track fits wrong.
I leave that station, write my own song.

Every detour stretched my spine,
Now each return lands right on time.

I stop calling slow days failure’s name.
I call them soil; they feed my flame.

Phones scream now; my soul says wait.
I answer only doors that share my weight.

Right on time—my pulse, my rate.
I never show to a counterfeit gate.

I refuse countdowns built on fear.
I answer rhythms that keep me here.

I quit auditions for parts half-true.
I cast myself in the life I grew.

I meet my path at a quiet turn,
Right when I hold what I came to learn.

No more flinching at somebody’s chart.
I track my seasons inside my heart.

I walk into rooms when my roots feel strong,
Never one second late for my own dawn.

I call back power from “too much” and “too late.”
I pin them down, rename them great.

Every “you’re behind” falls off my road.
I travel lighter without that load.

Right on time—my steady lane.
I skip their race; I shed their shame.

I trust the timing that blooms, not begs.
I move when truth stands on its legs.

I love arrivals that match my frame,
No half-sized life, no shrinking name.

People who see me, find me in stride.
We cross at corners already aligned.

No storm-tossed rush for a lukewarm place.
I wait for doors that honor my pace.

I count each quiet as part of the plan,
Not a pause in worth, not a lesser span.

Right on time—no scramble, no spin,
I meet each chapter from deep within.

I never arrive late where I belong.
The room appears as I grow strong.

What comes too soon, slides out of sight.
What comes on time, lands clean and bright.

I hold my gaze; I own my track.
I never lose me to win them back.

I bless each no that guards my gate.
I step through yes that fits my weight.

Right on time—awake, aware.
I meet myself and I stay there.

Lucas Sugo - Prisionera

Laura Laborde 1

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