decided to bring you up one of my favorite spanish music songs, "Como Camarón"
i'm also using a new guitar
Gifted by a neighbour who enjoys our music journey, and decided to give us a guitar from his family, the sound is beautiful and it has strings that looks like they're long lasting ones, happy to share some music with this energy!!
before sharing the lyrics of the song there's something important i want to share about if you have a EVM wallet
The Music Onboarding Machine (10% of the funds will go to give $ to our musicians during the previous concert mentioned here)
Huottoja University of Ancestral Knowledge (this round is for sports)
Every court can dream (Mike Swift Project, 200 basketball courts, road to 1000)
Vida Verde Venezuelan Agroecology project nuanced of arts + nouns
the max cap is 7k$ so we can have a lot of impact going to our way yet, the more people donating, the more impact has the upcoming donation
Superior a mí
Es la fuerza que me lleva en el pulso
Que mantengo con la oscuridad
Que tiñen de oscuro tus ojos negros
Y que me cuentas del tiempo
Que pasa en tu pestañeo
Y que me trae por esta calle
De amargura y de lamento
Que yo sé que la sonrisa
Que se dibuja en mi cara
Tiene que ver con la brisa
Que abanica tu mirada
Tan despacio y tan deprisa
Tan normal y tan extraña
Yo me parto la camisa
Como camarón
Tú me rompes las entrañas
Me trepas como una araña
Bebes del sudor que empaña
El cristal de mi habitación
Y después por la mañana
Despierto y no tengo alas
Llevo diez horas durmiendo
Y mi almohada está empapada
Todavía ha sido un sueño
Muy real y muy profundo
Tus ojos no tienen dueño
Porque no son de este mundo
Que no te quiero mirar
Pero es que cierro los ojos
Y hasta te veo por dentro
Te veo en un lado y en otro
En cada foto, en cada espejo
Y en las paradas del metro
Y en los ojos de la gente
Hasta en las sopas más calientes
Loco yo me estoy volviendo
Y a veces me confundo
Y pico a tu vecina
Esa del segundo que vende cosas finas
Y a veces te espero
En el bar de la esquina
Con la mirada fija en tu portería
Y a veces me como de un bocao' el mundo
Y a veces te siento
Y a veces te tumbo
A veces te leo un beso en los labios
Y como yo no me atrevo
Me corto y me abro
Superior to me
It’s the force that drives me in my pulse,
That I hold with the darkness,
That tints your black eyes with shadow,
And that tells me of the time
That slips by with each blink.
And it takes me down this street
Of bitterness and sorrow.
I know that the smile
That forms on my face
Is tied to the breeze
That strokes your gaze,
So slow and so fast,
So normal yet so strange.
I rip open my shirt,
Como camarón
You tear through my insides,
Climbing me like a spider,
Drinking the sweat that fogs
The glass of my room.
And then, in the morning,
I wake without wings.
I’ve slept for ten hours,
And my pillow is soaked.
It’s still been a dream,
So real and so deep,
Your eyes have no owner,
Because they don’t belong to this world.
I don’t want to look at you,
But when I close my eyes,
I can still see you inside,
I see you here and there,
In every photo, in every mirror,
At the subway stops,
And in the eyes of people,
Even in the hottest soups,
I’m losing my mind.
And sometimes I get confused,
And knock on your neighbor’s door,
The one from the second floor who sells fine things.
And sometimes I wait for you
At the bar on the corner,
My gaze fixed on your doorway.
And sometimes I devour the world in one bite,
And sometimes I feel you,
And sometimes I lay you down,
Sometimes I read a kiss on your lips,
And since I don’t dare,
I cut myself open.
