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Surrender
09:19
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Surrender:
Like rain, suspended in time,
between the sky and the Earth;
nothing but a glimpse,
nothing but a leap in space.
No fear of collision,
pure bliss in the vision;
the scent of the lightning,
the sound of the water;
the wind, clashing thunders.
Through falling, I live.
Here, in the rain, among the drops, I reign.
Gravity calls,
Her voice is persistent.
So far in the distance.
The world so vast;
the journey, brief.
The touch of the mist,
entwining my senses;
Its softness embracing,
persuading my soul to surrender.
Life dims ahead,
there’s peace in this moment.
Never so alive as
in the stretch remaining.
Through falling, I live.
Here, in the rain, among the drops, I reign.
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El Camino
04:20
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El Camino:
Descubrí que para florecer debía cuidar mi raíz,
que la tierra debía enriquecer
si quería mis ramas extender.
Enfebrecida por llegar, descuidé el suelo a mis pies.
Sólo al sembrar semillas, en cada huella,
obligada a observar, disfruté.
Reduje, entonces, mi paso,
para poder ver el cielo,
para poder discernir los ciclos de este universo.
De pronto hubo silencio,
y a mis oídos llegó
la voz que había perdido.
Seguí su brillo al cantar,
el fin dejó de importar,
quedando sólo el camino.
Quedando sólo el camino.
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Sólo Ella Escucha
05:29
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Sólo Ella Escucha:
El viento envuelve su pelo,
su piel se eriza de frío;
desnuda sobre la arena, bailó.
En una isla desierta,
perdida toda vergüenza,
mecía su silueta al son.
Sólo ella escucha la canción, la canción, la canción...
Dibujando con las piernas
al compás de las mareas
ella se pierde en la orilla.
Moviéndose a un ritmo interno,
-la llamada de La Tierra-
la música la libera.
Sólo ella escucha la canción, la canción, la canción...
Por cada nota que oye,
por cada estrofa y acorde,
un nuevo hilo se suelta.
La luz se forma a lo lejos,
pintando el cielo morado,
toda la noche bailando.
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Trozos De Voz
04:14
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Trozos De Voz:
Cierro los ojos y salto al fondo de esta verdad,
quizá no haya asfalto, quizá cayera en el mar.
Cierro los ojos y vuelo, jugando libre en el sol.
En tierra, meso los tallos; peino del agua la sal.
De las ideas y sueños nació el presente que ves;
quizá si sueño de nuevo, un mundo bello traeré.
Del verde de las olivas, al verde del palmeral,
surcando flores y vida, un nuevo mundo vendrá.
Cierro los ojos y escucho la melodía que irá
cosiendo estos retales, uniendo trozos de voz.
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Shadows Of Time
03:43
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Shadows Of Time:
I’m like the water,
erasing your pain.
I’m like the wind,
blowing against your face.
Uh... Uh...
I’m like the waves, moving along
all through the coast, rocking your boat.
I’m like the light over your skin,
reflecting the days, shadows of time.
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Guardians Over Ancient Cities:
Her hands followed the trail of the leaves
that grew along the surface of the walls.
Rough and cold, the stone,
secluding the beyond.
Returned from far away in the sea,
she used to be a guardian of the place.
Buildings torn apart,
roads cracked and broken dreams.
Like floating, walked among the streets;
her breath connected to her feet,
marking the beating of her steps,
exhaling sorrow in her way.
Once she had reached the ancient heart,
down on her knees, she touched the ground.
Borrowing magic from the Earth,
she started healing what was dead.
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