Your name
slow
is silence that falls and circumscribes
breaking waves
that make the wave grow

your name
is infinite and eternal fate
it flies
it is surreptitious
suddenly noticed

Sad insistence
summer dream that turned into autumn
golden door
thick and gigantic wheel of the earth

left behind
poor blue sparks
pearls of rain
that once smiling
ran down the cheeks

Salt from rituals
rumor and smell of the sea of long ago
something wants your name...
To return


Tu nombre
lento
es silencio que cae y circunscribe
rompiente
que hace crecer a la ola

tu nombre
es hado infinito y eterno
vuela
es ser subrepticio
de pronto advertido

Triste insistencia
sueño de verano que mutò en otoño
puerta dorada
espesa y gigantesca rueda de la tierra

atras quedaron
pobres chispas azules
perlas de lluvia
que una vez sonrientes
bajaban por las mejillas

Sal de los rituales
rumor y olor de mar antaño
algo quiere tu nombre...
Regresar

Ton nom
lent
est silence qui tombe et circonscrit
vagues déferlantes
qui font grandir la vague

ton nom
est destin infini et éternel
il vole
il est furtif
soudain on le remarque

Triste insistance
rêve d'été devenu automne
porte dorée
roue épaisse et gigantesque de la terre

laissé derrière
pauvres étincelles bleues
perles de pluie
qui autrefois souriantes
coulaient sur les joues

Sel des rituels,
rumeurs et odeur de la mer d'antan,
quelque chose veut ton nom...
Pour revenir.
Il tuo nome
lento
è silenzio che cade e circoscrive
onde che si infrangono
che fanno crescere l'onda

il tuo nome
è destino infinito ed eterno
vola
è furtivo
all'improvviso si nota

Triste insistenza
sogno d'estate che è diventato autunno
porta dorata
ruota spessa e gigantesca della terra

lasciato indietro
povere scintille blu
perle di pioggia
che un tempo sorridenti
scorrevano sulle guance

Sale dai rituali,
rumori e odore del mare di un tempo,
qualcosa vuole il tuo nome...
Per tornare.

Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyrigth: 2016

To Return

Gabriel Ganiarov
My work is born where language collapses and the tremor takes root. I write poems: I summon resonances. I am neither a producer nor a beatmaker: I am a poet who has learned to breathe with machines, to dance with code, to translate electricity into memory.

This sonic space I inhabit is the extension of my writing. Every song you hear here was conceived from the pulse of a poem—not one that aspires to formal perfection, but to the crack, the fold, the lingering echo of a soul that refuses to be silenced.

I call this gesture synaptic poetry: a lyrical architecture woven from unexpected connections—between word and algorithm, between emotion and machine, between exile and belonging. The melodies that accompany me here were designed with artificial intelligence, but it is my voice that activates them, my story that embodies them, my resistance that gives them meaning. There is no artifice without soul.

I am part of a displaced, fragmented generation—but not a silenced one. I come from the analog age and have evolved into the digital. That is why my aesthetic answers to what I call the Poetics of the Margin: not a lesser aesthetic, but an ethical stance. I write from the edges of the cultural map and from the fissures of the industry; I sing from the diaspora, not as a victim, but as a witness, as an exile of noise and a cartographer of whisper.

Here, on this profile, converge verses sung in more than one language, rhythms that have crossed sonic borders, and wounds that, when they dance, become bridges. Listening to these songs is opening the door to a lyrical continent where nostalgia merges with the digital pulse, and intimacy becomes expansive.

Welcome to this musical frontier where poems pulse and scars sing.
Here there is center, there is root.
Here there is homeland, there is voice.
Here, you can hear the rain falling—and also create from the beat, let the glitch run free, and endow poetry with binary code, in tune with the times we live in…

Poet,Author,Composer,Songwriter. Proudly born in Venezuela, living in Perú
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Follower of the Ligth

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