This poem was born from the clash between tenderness and violence that coexist within desire. The images of the tiger and the bird represent this duality: the softness of surrender and the fierceness of possession. It is an attempt to capture, in frozen seconds, the intensity of bodies and the tremor that runs through them, like a leaf falling on water.
Gabriel Ganiarov


Made to feel
discounted days in your taste
humidities
relative dispositions that can be inverse
appear suddenly to my eyes
it is not a bird that hides the blanket
it's a tiger that begins to move like a bird
confusing light with clarity
unleashing the gentleness of welcome
and the fierceness of possession
with teeth
dual dialogue
the fierce battle of pleasures
stopped in the beauty of your flesh
the tiger jumps
will be a couple for only seconds frozen in breaths
your center is the leaf falling slowly on the water
trembling
trembling...

Hecha para sentirse
descontados días en tu sabor
humedades
disposiciones relativas que pueden ser inversas
aparecen de golpe a mis ojos
no es un ave lo que esconde el cobertor
es un tigre que comienza a moverse como un ave
confundiendo luz con claridad
desatando la mansedumbre del recibimiento
y la fiereza de la posesión
a dentelladas
diálogo dual
la encarnizada batalla de placeres
detenida en la belleza de tu carne
salta el tigre
será pareja por sólo segundos congelados en alientos
tu centro es la hoja que cae lentamente sobre el agua
temblando
temblando...

Fait pour se sentir
des jours escomptés à votre goût
humidités
dispositions relatives qui peuvent être inversées
apparaissent soudainement à mes yeux
ce n'est pas un oiseau qui cache la couverture
c'est un tigre qui se met à bouger comme un oiseau
confondant lumière et clarté
libérant la douceur de l'accueil
et la férocité de la possession
avec ses dents
double dialogue
la bataille féroce des plaisirs
arrêté dans la beauté de ta chair
le tigre saute
nous ne serons un couple que pour quelques secondes, figés dans nos respirations
ton centre est la feuille qui tombe lentement sur l'eau
Tremblant
tremblant...

Author
Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyrigth: 2017

Trembling

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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