I find your work stretches out like a canvas with places to travel, magical travel, I don't want to return from. Love your forgiveness thoughts. Beautiful

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.

Pictures: Lht
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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.

Llévame lejos

Computer Data Discharge

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Я написала эту песню очень давно для моей крохотной дочери. Запись была сделана приблизительно в 2010 году. Недавно я вернулась к этой песне и сделала новый микс и продакшн.
Слушайте на Telegram/YouTube/SoundCloud, надеюсь, она вам понравится!
Желаю всем всего самого доброго!❤️

I wrote this song a long time ago for my baby daughter. Recording was done circa 2010. Recently I revisited my old recording and did the new mix and production.
Listen on Telegram/YouTube/SoundCloud, hope you will like it!
Wishing you all the best!❤️  

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Автор фотографии: Da Antipina
Photography: Da Antipina

Lullaby of the Thousand Dreams

Sleep little baby
Grow and be strong
Robin will come
And sing you a song

She'll sing you a song 
Of the thousand dreams
Hundred of flowers
And one mountain spring

Hundred of flowers 
Will bloom in the spring
Brook will run
And birds will sing

So sleep, little baby
Don't you cry
Nothing will last
And I don't know why


Lullaby of the Thousand Dreams

Illusive Star (2025)

Second single from my upcoming album, Explore The Void

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Thank you very much for always paying attention to my track and taking the time to do so.  
I am always grateful.Forgiveness. 
The forgiveness of sins. People do not forgive others' sins! But if you dwell on it, you will be destroyed. See people with a broad perspective!
Your embracing love erases sin.

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✧☽ Vessel of Infinity ☾✧

I'm glad you found my music.
I've always wanted to express the music deep in my heart.
My music is music that overflows from the album jacket.
My music will light up a projector of your memories.
It's like finding your old album!
And above all, I hope I can make you all happy.

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