Buenos Tiempos is not my song, it belongs to Los Piojos, their respective owners. 
Cover acapella but recorded in a moment of emotion, thinking of old friends I haven't see anymore. In fact, lyrics talk about relation between mans that are breaking bad hah

BuEnos Tiempos (cover of Los Piojos)

"Get up stand up" is not my song, it belongs to Bob Marley.
Here an incredible cover of a big band: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgJ4I_kYx0E

Get Up Stand Up (Bob Marley's cover)

Mr. Boby is not my song, it belongs to Manu Chao.
Cover acapella with strange vocal details... and with street ambience.
The original live version of this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcU806hyQPc
Some live sets of Manu (magnificent artist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiYk7le1mFA

Mr. Boby (Manu Chao's cover)

Nací en Alamo is not my song, it belongs to the respective owner. 
Popular song that goes with the suffer of the gitans that see nowhere to live, and have no homeland ("yo menos tengo patria") A nice rumba close to flamenco.

A translation to spanish (also protected by copyright):

"GITAN

"She feels that they are looking at her, she does not know who she is,
She is the gypsy who comes to bring you luck.
She feels that they are looking at her, she does not know who she is,
She is the gypsy who comes to bring you luck.
Mother of three children, one to give birth,
Kneels on the floor to ask.
Slave of the cent, his eyes, tired,
Waiting in a shout for the future ...
It's his deep voice, his crooked grin,
His look thorns what makes a woman,
Although of the years that she carries on
Well know that they are only sixteen.
She feels that they are looking at her, she does not know who she is,
She is the gypsy who comes to bring you luck.
I turned the corner and there I found it:
"Where is your house, Gypsy barefoot, brown-skinned?"
-Because neither the ruins, nothing remains,
Because my destiny is to have to flee
I only ask you to extend your hand,
So you will never lose what I lost.
"Because you are not a man of faith or piety,
Because your destiny is to live unhappy
I only ask you to give me your hand,
And for the gypsy god I will make you blessed.
She feels that they are looking at her, she does not know who she is,
She's the gypsy who comes to bring you luck ... 
I turned the corner and there I found her ..."

Nací en Alamo (Anouk Aiata's cover)

The music and lyrics in "Leydi Roots (freedom to the seeds)" are property of Federico Ferraro (Intruso LFD) All rights reserved.

Song against the agrotoxic products of Monsanto Bayer, and against that attack to the rights of the countryman, that have to pay the seeds he own make rise. 
But song in favor of pure water and pure ambience. Not that agrochemical polution please.

Paren el riego con agrotóxicos. Los productos de Monsanto contaminan el agua, los suelos, los ríos,...  Tiene que haber un no colectivo a la quita de derechos del campesino sobre las semillas que cultiva... los derechos más primarios, no se los puede quitar una multinacional, así como así. 

Boicot of the people  of the countryside, please, to the unresponsable enterprises that poison lands and receive money for do that.

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Lyrics of the song "Leydi rroots (freedom to the seeds)":

"LEYDIROOTS (FREEDOM TO THE SEEDS)

They take people out of their natural right,
they poison lands, just by greeds.
But Leydirroots is gonna fight,
clean water is what she needs.

Freedom to the seeds!

Not all green is money! 
lot of poor people in the field...
and the argentinian quom indians, they
ask for their poisoned land still.

Leydirroots
female plant 
planta amiga.

Leydirroots
y monsant 
te la fumiga.

Cancer for me, roses for you
Bayer, tell the people the truth.
Danger for all, roses for you.
Leydirroots.

If you clean your lands, there's no more pain, 
no more danger of cancer or agrotoxic rain.
If you clean your lands...
Change is in your hands.

Taken people out of their natural right,
and poison their lands, all 'cause greed.
But Leydirroots is gonna fight with 'em tonight 
no cancer, clean water is what humans need.

Freedom to the seed ! Freedom to the seed !

Leydirroots
female plant 
planta amiga.
Leydirroots
y monsant 
te la fumiga.

If you clean your lands, there's no more pain, 
no more danger of cancer or agrotoxic rain.
If you clean your lands...
Change is in your hands."

Leydi Roots (freedom to the seeds)

The music and lyrics in "Big Media's Silence (consecuences of the g 20 in 7/2017)" are property of Federico Ferraro (Intruso LFD) All rights reserved.

Just the lecture of a periodistic poem. No pretension to be rap, but if it sounds like that, well... sory, is the frequency. The poetry to the service of information ¿?

Big Media's Silence (consecuences of the G 20 in 7/2017)

Lecture of a poem of H.P. Lovecraft called Némesis. Cultural and artistic purpouses only.
The music is property of Federico Ferraro (Intruso LFD) All rights reserved.

Here the poem Némesis by H.P. Lovecraft:

Nemesis
Howard Phillips Lovecraft (EEUU 1890-1937)

"Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, 
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number, 
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

I have whirled with the earth at the dawning, 
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning 
Where the black planets roll without aim,
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.

I had drifted o'er seas without ending, 
Under sinister grey-clouded skies,
That the many-forked lightning is rending, 
That resound with hysterical cries;
With the moans of invisible daemons, that out of the green waters rise.

I have plunged like a deer through the arches 
Of the hoary primoridal grove,
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches, 
And stalks on where no spirit dares rove,
And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers through dead branches above.

I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains 
That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains 
That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things, I care not to gaze on again.

I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace, 
I have trod its untenanted hall,
Where the moon rising up from the valleys 
Shows the tapestried things on the wall;
Strange figures discordantly woven, that I cannot endure to recall.

I have peered from the casements in wonder 
At the mouldering meadows around,
At the many-roofed village laid under 
The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
And from rows of white urn-carven marble, I listen intently for sound.

I have haunted the tombs of the ages, 
I have flown on the pinions of fear,
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages; 
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.

I was old when the pharaohs first mounted 
The jewel-decked throne by the Nile;
I was old in those epochs uncounted 
When I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.

Oh, great was the sin of my spirit, 
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it, 
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.

Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, 
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number, 
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright."

Némesis (poem by H.P. Lovecraft, free translation to spanish)

The music and lyrics in the song "A story of H.P. Lovecraft" are property of Federico Ferraro (Intruso LFD) All rights reserved.

Tribute of mine to a great creator of horror stories but just for the goodsleepers hah... lot of his production is about his paranoid dreams. He based most of his literature on that chronology and on that ambience at the moment of dreaming.
The tales of a dreamer maybe are just a bunch of scary dreams... who knows.

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You were the 1 of the modern writers. You Poe, you with youre friends, the damn poets, invented the art of all of us.
Here a poem by Lovecraft (another big creator of real dreams) in memory of Edgar Allan Poe:

"WHERE ONCE POE WALKED
(Howard Phillips Lovecraft EEUU 1890-1937)

Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.

Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.

Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.

Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe."

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"POR DÓNDE UN DÍA PASEÓ POE
(Howard Phillips Lovecraft EEUU 1890-1937)

Divagan eternamente las sombras en esta tierra,
Soñando con siglos que se fueron para siempre;
Grandes olmos se alzan solemnes entre lápidas y túmulos
Desplegando su alta bóveda sobre un mundo oculto de otro tiempo.

Una luz del recuerdo ilumina todo el escenario,
Y las hojas muertas hablan en susurros de los días idos,
Añorando imágenes y sonidos que ya no volverán.

Triste y solitario, un espectro se desliza a lo largo
De los paseos por donde sus pasos le llevaban en vida;
Pero no es visible a los ojos de cualquiera, a pesar de que su canto
Resuena a través del tiempo con una extraña fascinación.

Sólo los pocos que conocen el secreto de su magia
Pueden encontrar entre estas tumbas la sombra de Poe."

A story of H.P. Lovecraft

The music and lyrics in the song "La que te inspira (dedicated to Lila Downs)" are property of Federico Ferraro (Intruso LFD) All rights reserved.
This is my tribute to one of the biggest voices of our time, and diffuser of the mexican culture, that's very rich and extensive.

La que te Inspira (dedicated to Lila Downs)

"Arenita azul" is not my song, it belongs to an unknown mexican composer. The song was popularized by Lila Downs. I recorded a free version, not the original.
According to this page https://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?id=39374#agg258349 the text of this song alludes to the prejudice faced by the afromestiza community of the small coast of Oaxaca, Mexico. Faced to the question that reduces her to an ethnic group, she replies that she better identifies herself with a beautiful and free being: the butterfly

Here a translation of the original lyrics (This lyrics don't belong to me, nor the translation):

"BLUE SAND

Blue sand
Where did you come from?
Last night the rain fell
And it released you.
Are you a Cuban woman?
No, I’m not a Cuban woman.
Are you a Jarocha woman?
No I’m not a Jarocha woman.
What would you like to be?
I’m only a butterfly.
Blue sand
Since you left
I haven’t seen any flowers
Nor do the birds sing
Or the river flow"

Arenita Azul (Lila Downs's cover)

My five best tracks at this moment: 
1) https://soundcloud.com/user-945121500/leydi-roots-freedom-to-the-seed
2) https://soundcloud.com/user-945121500/voz-flamenca 
3) https://soundcloud.com/user-945121500/a-story-of-edgar-allan-poe
4) https://soundcloud.com/user-945121500/la-mendiga-the-homelles-girl
5) https://soundcloud.com/user-945121500/our-land-1

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You ! Smoke one by one my shouts 
but try to don't explode !

To raise awareness through poetry and music is my idea. Cultural purposes only

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