"Strawberries in My Hand" is a nordic-celtic folk song inspired by a dream where a small strawberry plant began to grow from my open palm. A reminder that life often grows in the most unexpected places. A gentle song of nature, renewal and inner creation.

Strawberries in my hand

Story
The Flame of Echo - The Sound of Life
At the edge of time, when dawn still had no name, an echo was born. It was neither a cry nor a song, but a fracture in the fabric of the soul. It emerged without mother or father, without wind to push it or sea to silence it. It was the invisible pulse that trembled in every leaf, in every skin, in every shadow that dared to exist.
The ancients called it Zilarra, the silver whisper. They said it lived in the heart of trees, in the crevices of the mountains, in the first cry of newborns and in the last breath of the dying. It was not music, but it taught one to fly. It was not a word, but it spoke in all languages.
Zilarra walked with the children who ran without fear, and sat beside the elders who watched the sun set with farewell eyes. It was a drum of hope, a flute of pain, and in its secret melody the history of the world was woven.
One day, a nameless wanderer perhaps you, perhaps I heard it. Not with his ears, but with his soul. In the midst of silence, among ruins of steel and starless skies, he felt the echo break the chrome of the world. He didn't ask for applause. He offered no answers. He just burned.
The wanderer followed his flame, crossing deserts of oblivion and seas of memory. Each step was a verse, each tear a note. And so, without map or destination, he discovered that the echo wasn't something you find, but something you remember.
Because Zilarra doesn't live in places. She lives in moments. In the tremor before the kiss. In the emptiness after the goodbye. In the fire that doesn't burn, but transforms.

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Sonic Universe

The Sound of Life VI

The Sound of Life VII

Lyrics
We gaze as stars in secret do,
when night conceals their yearning light,
I ache for you, though fate says no,
a flame that flickers out of sight.

Your glance, a whisper soft and true,
your voice, a wall I cannot climb,
my soul, a captive bound to you,
still sings your name beyond all time.

We love beneath the hush of skies,
like roses blooming out of place,
our hearts, two thieves in sweet disguise,
entwined in shadows, void of grace.

They call our bond a wayward thread,
a tale that must not see the day,
yet in the silence we have wed,
where longing dares not fade away.

If I must walk this world alone,
then let my verses be your shore,
for though you’re not mine flesh and bone,
my love shall echo evermore.

Story
Forbidden Love
In a world divided by the elements, where fire and water were enemy kingdoms, an impossible love was born.
Aelion, prince of the Kingdom of Flames, had a restless heart and a gaze like embers. Nyra, daughter of the Guardian of the Tides, danced between currents with the grace of the moon. They met at the edge of their worlds, where steam whispered secrets and lightning trembled with emotion.
Every encounter was a risk. Fire could evaporate her. Water could extinguish it. But their souls intertwined like melodies that defy harmony.
The elders forbade their union. “Fire destroys. Water drowns. There is no peace between opposites.” But Aelion and Nyra created a language of their own: letters hidden in burning shells, songs that floated in the mist, promises written in the foam.
One night, when the eclipses aligned, they decided to merge into one being. Nyra became mist, Aelion a spark. Together they rose like a storm, neither fire nor water, but pure energy.

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Forbidden Love II

Lyrics
In Ireland’s hills, so lush and green, A lad named Fionn was rarely seen. He sought great wisdom, brave and bold, But couldn’t cook not even cold.
A druid said, “Go catch the trout, The Salmon of Knowledge, without a doubt.” He grilled it fast, with pride and flair, Then touched his tongue too hot to bear!
Oh Fionn, you fool, you fiery soul, You burned your mouth, but gained the goal. Now you know the stars and sky, And why the cows don’t like to fly.
He speaks in pubs with sage advice, On love, on war, and cooking rice. But if you ask how he got wise, He’ll wink and say, “A fish surprise!”
So here’s the tale, both odd and true, Of wisdom won through barbecue. Not every hero swings a sword Some just get burned and move toward lore.

Story
Fionn and the Salmon of Knowledge
In the hills of Ireland, where the greenery sings in the wind and tales sprout like clovers, lived a young man named Fionn. He was curious, brave, and dreamed of attaining the wisdom of the ancient bards. But there was one small problem: he didn't even know how to cook a cold soup.
One day, while wandering among oak trees and enchanted stones, he came across a druid with a tangled beard and eyes like full moons. The druid told him about a mythical creature: the Salmon of Knowledge, a fish that swam in the rivers of knowledge and that, according to prophecy, would grant infinite wisdom to whoever tasted it.
"Catch it," said the druid. "Cook it. But be careful: knowledge burns."
Fionn, excited, caught the salmon with more luck than skill. He roasted it over a turf fire, proudly and clumsily. When the aroma filled the air, he couldn't resist. He touched the fish to see if it was ready… and burned his tongue.
Oh, Fionn! The pain was sharp, but something strange happened. In that instant, his mind lit up. He saw dancing constellations, understood the secrets of the universe, and even understood why cows prefer the ground to the sky.
From then on, Fionn became a wandering sage. In taverns, between pints and songs, he offered advice on love, war, and even how to cook rice without burning it. But when someone asked him how he acquired such wisdom, he just smiled and said, "It was a surprise… of fish."

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Fionn and the Fiery Fish

Fionn and the Fiery Fish II

Story
The Whisper of the Void
Before time, before space, before breath had form, there was only the Void. It was neither darkness nor light, neither cold nor heat. It was pure possibility, nameless nor destiny.
From the Void came a whisper. It was not a word, but intention. And that whisper became God.
God was not one nor many. He was the consciousness that asked, "What am I?" And in asking, he created the echo. The echo was the first universe: a sea of ​​vibrations that danced formlessly, like disembodied thoughts.
God walked across that sea, and with each step a law was born: gravity, time, memory. But God was not yet omniscient. He learned with each creation, like an artist discovering his style in painting.
One day, God shaped a sphere of fire and called it the Sun. Then, a blue stone that revolved around it, and he called it Earth. In it, he sowed music, pain, laughter, and waited.
From the Earth sprang forth dreaming creatures. Some called him Father, others Mother, others simply Silence. And God heard each name as if it were new, because in each one there was a different way of loving.

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God II

Forbidden Love

We gaze as stars in secret do,
when night conceals their yearning light,
I ache for you, though fate says no,
a flame that flickers out of sight.

Your glance, a whisper soft and true,
your voice, a wall I cannot climb,
my soul, a captive bound to you,
still sings your name beyond all time.

We love beneath the hush of skies,
like roses blooming out of place,
our hearts, two thieves in sweet disguise,
entwined in shadows, void of grace.

They call our bond a wayward thread,
a tale that must not see the day,
yet in the silence we have wed,
where longing dares not fade away.

If I must walk this world alone,
then let my verses be your shore,
for though you’re not mine flesh and bone,
my love shall echo evermore.

Story
Forbidden Love
In a world divided by the elements, where fire and water were enemy kingdoms, an impossible love was born.
Aelion, prince of the Kingdom of Flames, had a restless heart and a gaze like embers. Nyra, daughter of the Guardian of the Tides, danced between currents with the grace of the moon. They met at the edge of their worlds, where steam whispered secrets and lightning trembled with emotion.
Every encounter was a risk. Fire could evaporate her. Water could extinguish it. But their souls intertwined like melodies that defy harmony.
The elders forbade their union. “Fire destroys. Water drowns. There is no peace between opposites.” But Aelion and Nyra created a language of their own: letters hidden in burning shells, songs that floated in the mist, promises written in the foam.
One night, when the eclipses aligned, they decided to merge into one being. Nyra became mist, Aelion a spark. Together they rose like a storm, neither fire nor water, but pure energy.

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Forbidden Love

Born beneath the moon so pale, Where wolves fell silent, winds did wail. Marked by Brigid’s sacred flame, A child of mist, without a name.
He walks where shadows dare not tread, Speaks to spirits, wakes the dead. With eyes of green and heart of fire, He guards the veil, he climbs the pyre.
Echo through the Vail, Where the lost ones sail. Caelán stands alone, Flesh turned into stone. He gave his soul to keep the night, From swallowing the morning light.
The Morrígan called with voice so sweet, Promised power, death’s deceit. But he chose pain, he chose the fall, To save the land, he gave it all.
Tattooed runes begin to glow, Time bends where spirits flow. The lance of stars, the ashwood blade, Strikes the curse the king once made.
Echo through the Vail, Where the lost ones sail. Caelán stands alone, Flesh turned into stone. He gave his soul to keep the night, From swallowing the morning light.
Now in whispers, he remains, In fog and fire, in blood and chains. The veil still holds, the dead still sleep, Because one man chose wounds so deep.

Story
Echo Through the Veil
At the farthest reaches of Éire, where forests whisper secrets and cliffs open to the abyss, a child was born beneath the pale moon. He had no name, only a burning mark on his skin: the sacred fire of Brigid, goddess of flame and inspiration. The wolves fell silent that night, and the wind wept as if sensing the newborn's fate.
Caelán grew up in mists, without parents or past. The druids called him the child of the Veil, for he walked between worlds. He saw the dead, spoke with spirits, and his green gaze shone like moss in a storm. His heart, however, burned with a flame that was not of this world.
When the Veil, the boundary between life and death, began to tear, the lost began to navigate it, searching for bodies, searching for light. The king of Éire, corrupted by ambition, had invoked an ancient curse: to open the Veil to conquer eternity. But in doing so, he condemned his people to darkness.
The Morrígan, goddess of war and death, appeared to Caelán in the form of a raven. She offered him power, dominion over the living and the dead. He, however, chose sacrifice. He ascended the stone altar, tattooed himself with runes of ancestral blood, and wielded the Star Spear and the Ash Blade, forged in the crater of a comet.
In the final battle, Caelán faced the cursed king. Time bent, spirits howled, and the Veil trembled. With a single blow, he broke the curse, but his flesh turned to stone, his soul fused with the Veil. Since then, her figure remains on the top of Mount Sléibhte, shrouded in mist, guarding the passage between worlds.

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Echo Through the Vail

Between myths, stories and galaxies... Welcome to my SoundCloud.

There are songs that aren't just heard... they are remembered like a dream or felt like a ritual.
I am J. Bilbao, music composer that intertwines the music with legends, forgotten constellations, and stories you may have never heard. Every note, every word, is born from a cross between the ancestral and the futuristic.

If you've ever been moved by a story that seemed written for you. If you've ever felt like a melody spoke to you from another time or planet... then this space is yours too.

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