DJ, súbelo — boom!
La pista está caliente, baby, sin control.
Nadie se queda quieto, tonight we glow.

Mírala cómo se mueve, fuego en el cuerpo,
Ritmo la tiene corriendo el tiempo lento.
Piel con piel, no hay argumento,
La noche entera en movimiento.

Tus ojos dicen “ven pa’ acá”,
Mi mente dice “no pares más”.
La luz baja, el beat va a explotar,
Y todo el club va a temblar.

Sigue, sigue, sin miedo,
Tu cuerpo pide el fuego.
Rompe el suelo — ven, dale sin freno,
Hasta que amanezca el cielo.

[Coro / Drop]
Hasta el suelo, bam! — sin pausa,
Suelta el ritmo, que esto causa.
Sube, baja, no hay vergüenza,
Baila, baby, con demencia.

Hasta el suelo, bam! — sin pena,
Tu cintura me envenena.
Sigue el juego, noche entera,
Mueve, baby, como quiera.

Ese bajo me hipnotiza,
Tu perfume, dinamita.
Sudor brilla, piel bonita,
El deseo nos visita.

Tócame lento, dame más,
El beat nos lleva sin mirar atrás.
Cada paso, una tempestad,
Tú y yo perdidos, sin piedad.

Sigue, sigue, sin miedo,
Tu cuerpo pide el fuego.
Rompe el suelo — ven, dale sin freno,
Hasta que amanezca el cielo.

Hasta el suelo, bam! — sin pausa,
Suelta el ritmo, que esto causa.
Sube, baja, no hay vergüenza,
Baila, baby, con demencia.

Hasta el suelo, bam! — sin pena,
Tu cintura me envenena.
Sigue el juego, noche entera,
Mueve, baby, como quiera.

Luz en tus labios,
Beat en mi pecho.
Bésame lento,
Pierde el derecho.

Tú y yo girando,
Nada más cierto,
La pista ardiendo,
El mundo quieto.

Hasta el suelo, bam! — sin pausa,
Suelta el ritmo, que esto causa.
Sube, baja, no hay vergüenza,
Baila, baby, con demencia.

Hasta el suelo, bam! — sin pena,
Tu cintura me envenena.
Sigue el juego, noche entera,
Mueve, baby — como quiera.

Dale fuego, fuego, fuego…
La noche no termina, no.
Hasta el suelo — sin control.

Hasta el suelo (Minimal Reggaeton reload)

I walk the halls where midnight lessons never fade
Echoes of elders drifting through each wooden blade
Their footprints guide me in the rooms where giants stood
Holding the craft the way a keeper of fire should
Every note I play is built on hands that paved the way
Old records whisper truths my youth can’t betray
I tune my heart to every lineage they refined
Carrying the weight of heritage inside my mind

Discipline shaping every breath I claim
Tradition burning like a slow and steady flame

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Honor the voices that taught us how to survive
From the conservatory grind to the late night stage
We defend the craft from age to age
Heritage rising in the lines we play
Respect for the elders guiding the way

Metronome clicking like a clock inside my bones
Morning scales echo through the practice stones
Pages stained by years of sweat and dedication
Phrasing carved in decades of refinement and patience
I walk a path where every master left a sign
Each subtle gesture tied to a sacred line
My modern horn lifts what the old souls gave
A bridge between the present and the ones we save

Discipline shaping every breath I claim
Tradition burning like a slow and steady flame

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Honor the voices that taught us how to survive
From the conservatory grind to the late night stage
We defend the craft from age to age
Heritage rising in the lines we play
Respect for the elders guiding the way

Let the wisdom of the past stay etched in our tone
Let the rigor of the masters shape how we’ve grown
Every modern step is anchored in their sound
A compass we follow as the years turn around

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Honor the voices that taught us how to survive
In every measured phrase and every blue-note sway
We carry the elders with us today
Heritage glowing in the lines we play
Respect for the past lighting the way

Raise the standard

Crossing the soirée alone again tonight
With my naïve courage fading at the door
Your silhouette stays vivid like a soft mirage
My quiet façade trembling under the bass
I rehearse a bon courage inside my chest
Words feel too fragile for your gentle prestige

I crave the courage to face my reflection
But timidity guards me like a sentry
I want dignity even in my defeat
While victory whispers your quiet smile
I weigh every fragile chance I could take
Unsure which step keeps me from collapse

Walking a tight rope woven from fragile hope
Calling for rescue inside this trembling, trembling, trembling rhythm

If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry

Soft steps fail me
Nerves betray me
Shadows chase me
Soft steps fail me
Nerves betray me
Shadows chase me
I feel the pressure rising
Feeding the enemy inside
The quiet critic in my chest
Tearing the courage I gathered

If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry
If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry

Gentle regret stays
Like a fragile souvenir I can’t discard
Hope drifts but returns
Circles complete now

Walking a tight rope woven from fragile hope
Calling for rescue inside this trembling, trembling, trembling rhythm
Walking a tight rope woven from fragile hope
Calling for rescue inside this trembling, trembling, trembling rhythm
Walking a tight rope woven from fragile hope
Calling for rescue inside this trembling, trembling, trembling rhythm

If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry
If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry
If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry

Paper âme stories

Running from the truth we both built
Hoping every step feels clean now
False path
Feeling all the cracks beneath my feet
Asking why your voice still haunts my sleep
Too late

Leaving with the weight you gave
Yesterday still stains my name
Promises broke under what we became
Watching all the hours fall out
Each word you left cuts deeper through my hands

Breathing through truth I never chose to keep
Now the guilt keeps breathing softly as I leave now
False ties
Goodnight

Leaving with the weight you gave
Yesterday still stains my name
Promises broke under what we became
Watching all the hours fall out
Each word you left cuts deeper through my hands

Faint steps break
Guilt runs deep
Cold truth stays
I walk free

Three
Two
One

Leaving with the weight you gave
Yesterday still stains my name
Promises broke under what we became
Watching all the hours fall out
Each word you left cuts deeper through my hands

Leaving with the weight you gave

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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