David, a young man, father of two small kids, feels like hanging out with some friends. Work is over, kids are sleeping, so, like many times before, he heads out to enjoy some time with his friends and have a couple of beers.
His city has been decaying for some time now. Corruption, violence, political and economical breakdown are changing everything. To worse. But it is hard to accept that. David won’t accept it. His life used to be good.
Three Sides of a Tragedy tells the story when David meets with random crime on the streets of his cruel city. He gets killed over nothing. And the story is told from three points of view: the victim (David), the family and the murderer. It tells a tragic, and sadly common, story of loss in a city that has become the citizens worst enemy.

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Three Sides of a Tragedy I

t’s not dark yet. But there’s no light either. Not a light he recognizes. The body is buzzing, like if something is trying to get squeezed out of his body. It starts in the legs and goes up to his head. He can’t move but is completely conscious of his body. The buzz is also a sound like a TV with no signal. A sound that forms words in his head. He can listen to his name every now and then. Strange bright yellow blobs pop up in his mind, they move, they disappear and reappear. Different songs run through his head. Really loud. Songs he knew of course. He couldn’t stop them from playing.

He feels he sees his face, but doesn’t. Feels he knows who he is… but doesn’t understand it. The last thread of consciousness is starting to vanish.

Three Sides of a Tragedy I (Reworked)

Vanishing

David lies on the floor. Blood is escaping his body slowly and steadily. One hand rests on his chest and the other one on the floor. He breathes calmly and with a random rhythm. The murderer and its shadows are gone. Even The City lost interest in David. He was alone, cold, dying… but in peace.

Images of his family and friends went through his mind. His wedding day, what a party!

(Smiles weakly)

How his wife kissed him and how she was the perfect fit when they cuddled. How making love with her was the most sublime and intense feeling he ever had.

(Coughs, breathes erratically)

Those two small babies. He was so afraid of carrying them when they were born. They looked so fragile, so helpless. He thought he would break them. How warm they felt when they slept over his chest. He never moved till they woke up. Did not want to disturb their sleep.

(Smiles.A tear escapes his eye)

Now they were bigger. Still fragile though. The independent and rebellious daughter. Strong,  decided and with a huge sense of humor. The sweet musical son, always singing and laughing. Always learning from his sister. They will be alright. They are excellent kids…

“How I wish to see them run at me one last time. While they call me ‘Dad’. One more hug… I’m sorry. I am so sorry. Wasn’t strong enough. And now I’ll leave you on your own...”

David’s eyes get bigger. Hardly breathes now. It is so cold. He feels the end is coming. It is a strange feeling. He wonders what’s next.

Last Regret

David, still on his knees, looks down to his belly. He is bleeding a lot. The attacker is looking at him with a silly smile on its face. A really cold smile. A circle of shadowy creatures surround both of them, like waiting for something.

David touches his wound with both hands, puts them in front of his eyes. He can’t believe it. Why? His eyes start to fill with tears and anger.


“No!! What have you done to me? Is this my blood?”


The creature nods amused and licks its fingers.


“What harm did I to you? Why did you do this to me?”


The creature comes closer, the smile is gone, and looks at David straight into his eyes. David starts crying anxiously.


“I gave you all I have. What else do you want? Got nothing left on me!”


The creature stands tall again. For the first time it shows anger in its face. It’s mouth gets twisted and saliva starts drooling out while it falsely laughs. It gets a bit darker and The City looks at David from above. Cold, but curious. The creature touches David’s face.


“You brag all day with all your shiny stuff and you think that I want only THAT you have in your pockets?”
“I know something you won't give so easily. How about that little rich-boy life of yours.”
“NO PLEASE… don’t…”


David gets stabbed many times. The circle of shadows come closer and start beating him. He struggles for a while. But now everything is calm. He stares into the stars again. And, strangely, a light smile is drawn in his face. Maybe it is true that your life passes through your eyes before you die.

Unpleasantly Surprised

It is a clear night sky full of stars. People are going into their homes, locking the doors behind them and making sure the windows are also closed. David walks through the street, it is dark and decadent. The flickering street lights reveal parts the sidewalk sometimes. The stalking shadows are more evident now. They are watching David from a distance. Every Time a bit of light strikes the street, they retreat. Only to get closer to David when it is dark again.

As he walks, a cloak of darkness subtly hides the stars and helps the shadows to get closer to David, he turns in a corner, into an alley. It is partially lit. A shadow approaches the light and its face is drawn: inhuman, cold, with big eyes, cold smile. He approaches David, sniffing him like a predator to its prey. David empties his pockets and offers everything to the creature. It sees the loot with little interest. He grabs them and continues to threaten him. The fear is reflected in David’s face, a bony hand caresses his chin. From the now dark sky, The City’s face looms over the buildings. It is a face of death. And it is ruthless. David looks up in terror. Its hands control the shadows like puppets. The shadow that harasses David runs its sharp blade-like fingers down his face.


"You’re going nowhere. I’ve got the knife, so stay put and don’t move. Guess you like your life"


It removes its hand from David’s face and gently pulls his shirt. David resists uselessly.


"Just come. I SAID, just come. I’ll take you!”


He runs his blades through David’s abdomen and stabs his stomach while staring into his eyes. He falls on his knees with blank eyes. Lost. The rest of the creatures come out of the shadows as if to feed on their prey.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

David walks happily through his neighborhood. It is a sunny day and there is a lot of people around: couples, families, businessmen and street food trucks. He kicks a small stone around and then leaves it alone.

While David walks new buildings pop up over the horizon. He is growing up, he’s a teenager now. Other teenagers walk with him. Not too happy, but they manage to play with each other. The buildings start to decay a bit while new ones make their way up to the skyline.

He is a young adult now. The sky changes color. The city has changed. It has become a cruel and ruthless creature and David sees it, but does not believe it. He silently walks through the streets while he remembers how he used to play cheerfully on them. Not anymore. He does not trust them anymore.
He continues walking and there are less and less people on the streets as he goes. Tired and suspicious faces everywhere, who try to reach their destination swiftly. Homeless people lying on the sidewalks and garbage piling up on every corner. And glimpses of shadows stalking.


“Should I run? Should I be outside alone? Is someone else seeing this?!”


He’s finally home and opens the door with a slight relief. Goes in and kisses his wife and daughter. His son fell asleep a while ago so he just gives him a quick kiss on the forehead and smiles bursting with love while watching him sleep.

After a nice dinner with his family, David clears the table, washes the dishes together with his wife and gets ready to go out with some old friends. It is Friday after all. His wife is not very happy about it. Her face changes drastically and has a tired and worried look in her eyes.


“Please, stay. It is dangerous now.”
“I’ll be back in a while. I can handle this shit. Love, I’ve done this before. I just want to hang out a bit.”


David picks up his keys, opens the door and says goodbye. Willing to forget that the streets are not cheerful anymore…

Three Sides of a Tragedy (Reworked)

Was Better Before

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.”