The story for Three Sides of a Tragedy I continues here. This is the story told from the victim's family side:

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Sara, David’s wife, sits on the couch facing the door. The kids are still sleeping. It’s almost 4 o’clock in the morning.

She tried calling David on the phone many times. Only the answering machine talks back. She wants to believe that his battery died. But that is not what she really believes. She’s starting to lose control over fear.

     “Just one call please, let me hear your voice”
     “Please come through that door now”

She tried to convince David to stay home that night. Things are getting worse on the streets day by day. But he “knew” what he was doing. He never took that long to return home.

     “Where are you”

Every noise made her jump. Now she was staring at her phone. Waiting for the sweet melody of it ringing and having David on the other side of a conversation.

6:30 a.m. Sara was in the kitchen making some coffee. She called David again. And someone answered the phone. Hope filled her body while she asked David where he was and if he was OK.

     “David? I’m no David… nice phone he had by the way, he won’t be needing it anymore. I can give it back to you for a reasonable price...”

And laughs… the man at the other end of the call just laughed. Sara hung up and broke apart...

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Lyrics:

he dark wraps the unknown
She's still waiting full of hope
For peace and some joy
The noise she's been wishing for
Staring at the door
Expecting for something to happen
Something must be wrong
Hasn't even got a call

A call
A voice
His voice

A melody is heard
So beautiful and peaceful
And the fire starts on
And it's warmth is all around
But all the frozen thoughts
Are now all melting
And the sleeping ones
Are now all awake

Though them
Wanted
To stay there not seeing the light
Though them
Wanted
To stay there, bad news took them all out

The pain comes along
With all it's wrath and anger
She's trying to kill
What made it come by
But the truth hits hard, there is no way around it
Lying on the floor can't forget anything

(Sara’s voice)
No! No!! Should have told you not to go!
No! Why! Why the hell did you go out and die!

Three Sides of a Tragedy II

High Level of Paranoia

If you lived in Caracas in the late 90’s it is possible you heard his music when visiting the underground music scene, under a different name that is. A slow, dark and sometimes hard type of rock. Moving through classic and progressive rock. Strange music, not everyone's cup of tea, but with a growing audience.

Or maybe you saw and heard him moving through the city while playing his acoustic guitar with his friend and musical teammate. Playing and singing songs from The Beatles and Pink Floyd, to Cat Stevens, Soda Stereo and Nirvana. Maybe you paid them for their performance in money... or in beer.

After a long 20 years retirement from music (because life), he came back as Man from the Box. With a similar and refreshed music style and thrilled to start working with music again. Still loyal to the rock, progressive and experimental genres, Man from the Box plays music that feels eclectic, yet direct and personal, merging personal lyricism with unpredictable arrangement.
 
The now Sweden-based artist mastered the skill of blending insightful production values with skilled musicianship and great vocal performances.

“I never stopped thinking and dreaming in music. I feel such a big relief now that I started composing and producing again. It is never late.”