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Dont let anybody believe that they are better thank u. Believe in yourself and dont let them break u down. 

Peace and love

Si Mars

Never Gonna Break Me Down (Si Mars 2021 Edit)

The Flame by Keri Johnson

Hand over time
adrift on the water

Clouds like a shrine
we walk thru their shadows

Fire in the cold, keep me burning
Fire of my soul, keep me yearning

Fire in the cold, keep it burning
Fire of my soul, keep me yearning

The colors sublime
fade into the horizon

And here left to mine
the love that can't be fractured


Fire in the cold, keep me burning
Fire of my soul, keep me yearning

Fire in the cold, keep it burning
Fire of my soul, keep me yearning

The flame- the undying light that lives inside
The flame- the pure divine, beyond the time

The flame -we are the sky, we are the night
The flame- keep us alive, we burn the same

Keri Johnson's Album

The Flame

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LETS HIT THE BACK ROADS BABY'' BY SLICKC 2025

#Indie #Disco #AlternativeRock #Electronic #Dance

Running Away

Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/recuerdos-de-africa-ac
Para escuchar la versión instrumental original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/recuerdos-de-africa
Para escuchar el boceto original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-4

RECUERDOS DE ÁFRICA

Pies descalzos en la arena 
que arde como el fuego;
un tambor calmado suena
e invita al sosiego;
en el cielo brilla el sol
y su luz tiene especial resplandor.

Niños ríen en su juego
con mirada sabia;
un anciano grita el ruego
con dolor y rabia;
poco a poco entendí
la vida allí.

Estribillo

África, sueño que no se olvida
África, llena de luz y de vida
al sentir tu latir ya resuena tu voz.

África, madre que ve con tristeza
África, cómo esquilman su riqueza
y se van sin dejar más que desolación. 

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Aunque hoy estoy ausente
no me fui del todo
en mi piel está presente
tu dorado polvo
un susurro que jamás
se va a borrar.

Estribillo

MEMORIES OF AFRICA

Bare feet on the sand
that burns like fire;
a calm drum beats
and invites calm;
the sun shines in the sky
and its light has a special brilliance.

Children laugh in their game
with wise eyes;
an old man cries out his prayer
with pain and rage;
little by little I understood
life there.

Chorus

Africa, a dream that is not forgotten
Africa, full of light and life
when I feel your heartbeat, your voice already resonates.

Africa, a mother who watches with sadness
Africa, how they plunder her wealth
and leave, leaving nothing but desolation.

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Although I am absent today,
I am not completely gone
on my skin is present
your golden dust
a whisper that will never
be erased.

Chorus

Recuerdos de África

Oh Yeah

Started this track with a vox sample I chopped. To which I built the rest of the track around. I hope you enjoy as much as I made making it... 🤩💯👊🏾🫵🏾

Take it all away

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

"Calling Card" (R. Gallagher) [09.08.25]
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Poolside Residency 2023

Calling Card [09.08.25]

OU POURRAIS-JE ALLER ?

Où pourrais-je aller
Perdu dans ce dédale
Ce décor calciné
De cendres et de métal

Tu es là devant moi
Ton corps est mon armure
Tu comptes sur tes doigts
Le nombre de blessures

Sur mon cœur
Décharné
Je sais je sais je sais

Où pourrais-je aller
Si ce n’est près de toi
Dans la maison dont rêve
L’enfant qui est en toi

Où pourrai-je aller
Si ce n’est près de toi
Lorsque le vent se lève
Et hurle sur les toits

Il nous poussera des ailes
Pour s’envoler plus haut
Voir au-delà du ciel
Si l’amour est plus beau

On ira au firmament
Voir les étoiles s’enlacer
Et fleurir les galaxies
De nos âmes exaltées

(Réf.)


OU POURRAIS-JE ALLER

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Nocturne for one

The Procession

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AnnaE @ Ueland

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