“Susurros del Alma” is a soul-soothing journey through love, memory, and emotional intimacy. With soft, smooth female vocals and warm acoustic guitar melodies set to gentle Latin rhythms, this album invites you into a world where love whispers louder than words. Each track is a quiet confession, a gentle dance of heartbeats and harmonies that celebrate the timeless beauty of connection.

Rooted in the elegance of bolero, bossa nova, and romantic ballad traditions, “Susurros del Alma” captures the kind of love that lingers in silences, sunlight, and shadow. From the delicate shimmer of “Tu Silencio Me Abraza” to the eternal pull of “Como el Río,” these songs are made to be felt—intimately, deeply, and honestly.

Perfect for evening reflections, long walks, and hearts that love softly.

“Susurros” (Whispers) (Remastered)

Feel the riddim, and let poetry carry you, it will set you free <3

@bananasutra(i) lyrics:

Question me, if you feel the need  
But poetry, yeah—it’s food, it’s seed  
It’s that voice inside, don’t chase the feed  
Only found in soul, where the real ones bleed  

Truth-tellin’, when the world feelin’ shaky  
Expression deeper than what they make me  
In times where the viral feel so empty  
Poetry slow burns—soft, deadly  

No trend, no brand, just spirit alive  
A low voice echo in this dubwise tribe  
Not for show, nah—not for fame  
But to name the ache and sing the flame  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Like roots in ground, like rice and tea  
It humbles me, makes me see  
In a world so loud—it sets me free  

All due respect to the creeds and towers  
To hierarchies, gods, and ivory powers  
But this here, this voice, this vulnerability  
Is the only thing that truly carry me  

See—poetry don’t wear no disguise  
It sit in wounds, it look in eyes  
It rise when safety’s nowhere near  
It speak the holy things we fear  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Like rhythm and smoke, like memory  
It brings us close, makes us believe  
In a language deeper than what we see  

It fights back hard—against division  
It cracks the lies, the cold precision  
It builds in silence, burns tradition  
It’s love, it’s rage, it’s intuition  

No revenge, no pride to defend  
Just bridges built that never end  
Across the lines they say divide  
I find the awe in every stride  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Not some artform, it’s therapy  
It’s touch, it’s taste, it’s clarity  
It’s what they miss in their prosperity  

You feel it when it hit you raw  
No filter, no pose, no law  
It sings us back to where we came  
No ego—just fire, soul, and name  

Love is god, and music’s the choice  
But poetry, woman, that’s my voice  
Low and smoky, steady and slow  
Just one riddim, deep and low  



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