When are you dead?
How many years have you been hiding in this body?
What killed you?
Was it fast, or did it drag on?
Who touched you last?
Do you still hear their voice?
Do you remember the taste of air, or only dust?
Why are your lips moving when no breath comes out?

Where is your grave?
Who visits it?
What flowers rot on it now?
Do you feel the soil above you pressing down?
Do you scratch the coffin lid in your dreams?
Or do you wake already buried?

Look at your hands.
Why don’t they tremble like the living?
Why don’t they sweat?
Why do they pass through the table when no one blinks?
Why does your skin stay cold no matter the light?

When you look in the mirror, what looks back?
Is it your face, or just an outline?
Where is your shadow now?
Does it still follow you, or did it stay where you died?
Why does glass refuse your reflection?

Who saw you last alive?
Do they still remember your voice?
Do they call your name in the dark?
Do you answer them?
Why can’t you stop?
Why do you keep haunting?

Do you walk through doors?
Do you rattle windows?
Do you whisper when you think no one hears?
What language do you speak at night?
Do the living understand you, or only the dead?

Tell me, what do you smell of?
Earth?
Smoke?
Blood?
Hospitals?
Rivers?
Every ghost carries its own perfume of death. Which is yours?

When was the last time you felt hunger?
When was the last time you felt pain?
When was the last time you felt anything real?
Or are you just echo now?

Who did you follow into this room?
Whose breath are you copying?
Whose seat do you steal when the lights go down?
Why are you pretending to belong here?

When are you dead?
Not if.
Not maybe.
When.
Say it.

Ghost Interrogation

너를 믿었었지, 잘못된 약속들 (너의 말이 전부 거짓)
이제 끝이야, 더는 참지 않아

세상이 멈춘 듯 느껴져 너 없이는
믿었던 시간들 전부 부서져가
너의 미소도 다 연출된 쇼
진심 뒤에 숨은 검은 그림자 (그게 너였어)

밤하늘도 질투하겠지
눈빛이 말해, 다 끝났다고

정말 화가 나, 내 마음 불꽃처럼 타
이제 아무 말도 필요 없어 (소리쳐도 돼)
약속들은 다 깨진 유리처럼
다신 돌아가지 않을 거야

하! (꺼져버려, 꺼져버려)
No more your lies!
하! (끝이야, 끝이야)
I take back my pride!

너와 나눴던 모든 꿈들도
한마디로 불신이 돼 버렸어
거짓된 위로, 매번 같은 패턴
이젠 내가 먼저 날 지킬 거야

차가운 바람에 스치던 너의 손길
이제는 기억조차 시린 흔적
超速 heartbeat, 맘속 울림
넌 내 안에 그림자로 남아

정말 화가 나, 내 마음 불꽃처럼 타
이제 아무 말도 필요 없어 (소리쳐도 돼)
약속들은 다 깨진 유리처럼
다신 돌아가지 않을 거야

하늘을 봐, 별마저 날 외면해도
내 목소린 여전히 빛나, 난 여기 서 있어

I'm so mad 정말 화가 나

Yeah-eh…
Baby, no te vayas todavía…
Que la noche pide otra vuelta.

Tú me miras, yo me acerco, fuego lento,
Ese body tiene su propio argumento.
En la pista — sudor y movimiento,
Lo tuyo es arte, puro talento.

Labios de vino, ojos de pecado,
Dices “tranqui” y ya me has ganado.
Tu perfume quedó pegado,
En mi hoodie, en mi lado.

No digas nada, que el ritmo habla,
La luz baja, la piel manda.
Esto no es drama, solo llama,
Y el deseo no guarda calma.

Después del club, sin prisa, sin pijama,
Nos perdemos en la cama.
Después del club, fuego y trama,
Tú y yo, sin programa.

Te gusta el perreo pegado,
Sin promesas, solo pecado.
Luces rojas, cuarto cerrado,
Dos sombras, un mismo lado.

Tu risa rompe el silencio,
Mi lengua sigue su instinto.
Baby, esto no es un cuento,
Es sudor, piel y ritmo lento.

Después del club, sin prisa, sin pijama,
Nos perdemos en la cama.
Después del club, fuego y trama,
Tú y yo, sin programa.

You move like a sin, girl — no forgiveness,
Every breath feel like business.
Tu boca dice “no”, pero insiste,
Y el cuerpo no resiste.

Después del club, sin prisa, sin pijama,
Nos perdemos en la cama.
Después del club, fuego y trama,
Tú y yo… sin programa.

Yeah-eh…
Después del club…
Solo tú, solo el ritmo.

Después del club (Reggaeton reload)

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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