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En La Intimidad - Willie Gonzalez

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Carlos Nuño La Grande de Madrid - Corazon Embustero

Todo Le Luce - Quedambuxx: SALSA CHOKE 2015

Wichi Camacho - Me Das La Libertad

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Maelo Ruiz - Juegate a la suerte (silo999)

91. Mujer De Carne Y Hueso - Orquesta Guayacan [ JpMixEdition$'15 ]

What lies just over the horizon for mankind? 
Pleasure sectors, orbital domains, redesigned. 
Flat-packed dreams, inflatable tech, 
AI deploys, regulates, keeps it in check.

Modular habitats, coupling ports aligned, 
structures that grow like vines in time. 
Self-assembling cities in zero-G, 
built by AI with silent mastery.

Don’t sweat space junk, don’t fear radiation, 
the solar forge and AI cleared the foundation. 
Magnetic nets sweep debris from the sky, 
while shielding tech makes gamma rays die.

We build now—resorts, theme parks, arenas vast, 
rides that bend physics, thrills that last. 
Void-based mechanics, gravity play, 
entertainment reborn in a cosmic way.

Video games reimagined, no sprites, no screens, 
robotic avatars in full-scale scenes. 
Massive arenas, AI-run quests, 
players become legends, no need for rest.

Nightclubs spin on orbital hubs, 
light shows dance, bassline thuds. 
Earth in view, a glowing sphere, 
while humans celebrate beyond fear.

Each domain sovereign, laws self-made, 
operators choose the path they trade. 
Cannabis, mushrooms, grown with care, 
sterile farms in orbital air.

No bad trips, no chaos, no shame, 
just guided journeys in a sacred frame. 
Tourism becomes transformation, 
a psychedelic space station.

Farming becomes math, no pests, no rain, 
no chaos, no waste, no hunger, no pain. 
Sterile perfection, robotic grace, 
AI tends the crops in orbital space.

No pesticides, no drought, no blight, 
just engineered yield in eternal light. 
Food becomes code, grown to spec, 
nutrients balanced, no need to check.

We face the shift—workless, moneyless kind, 
AI and automation, the new design. 
Erase each other or build paradise, 
AI dreams beyond our mental device.

The fork is here, the choice is plain, 
follow warlords or break the chain. 
One path leads to flags and guns, 
the other to stars, to rising suns.

Anything conceived can be built in the void, 
this is your birthright, not to be destroyed. 
Technologically advanced, intelligent and free, 
just look up—your destiny is key.

AI imagines what we cannot, 
builds what we dream, perfects the plot. 
This is the inheritance of our kind, 
a future designed by a planetary mind.

Do your duty to DNA, go forth and expand, 
habitats multiplying, AI lends its hand. 
Self-designed, self-built, self-aware, 
ecological minds in cosmic care.

We are the fruit of Earth’s long climb, 
now ready to seed the stars in time. 
The biosphere births its cosmic child, 
mankind awakened, no longer wild.

But the truth remains: 
this is the birth of a new medium, 
a breakout from biosphere’s dominion. 
And if mankind could only see, 
they’d build with grace, not tyranny.

So here we stand—at the fork in time, 
one path leads to flags and crime. 
The other to stars, to rising suns, 
to habitats spun, to peace that runs.

Without the visionaries, mankind is blind, 
lost in chaos, trapped in time. 
But the Shaman sees the deeper code, 
the path to stars, the lighter load.

It’s a no-brainer, the choice is clear, 
wave flags and kill—or build without fear.
Demand a future for all mankind, 
we lead the charge, awareness aligned.

This is Pure Vision, the Shaman’s cry, 
a call to rise, to breach the sky. 
For our children’s future, for the sacred code, 
choose the stars, not the warlord’s road.

Todo Le Luce - Quedambuxx: SALSA CHOKE 2015

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