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Arroz Amargo
Last Update: Mon, 02 Aug 2010 22:33:01 -0700
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Tue, 03 Aug 2010 05:24:23 GMT (45.3 Mb)
Not much in the air; just a swallow that said me goodbye. Here it rains but in the ocean the air grows older and will die alone.
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Tue, 20 Jul 2010 01:09:52 GMT (41.5 Mb)
It rains like hell inside the house; a storming nightmare in which you loss the river of our bodies. You turn and see a glare in rock and it’s the day speaking. You open a window and then, in silence, a bird flies in circles. I’m in there, outside de sound, and the music it’s the only cure for all this gloom of mine.
I’ve been out so long that now your skin is cold.
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Tue, 06 Jul 2010 05:00:29 GMT (51.2 Mb)
There’s a harbour where the sun never shins but sometimes, when the whether is generous, a few ships arrive with colours and rain and the people is always happy of receiving the visitors. Though there is nothing like the old vessels that bring pieces of regards of far places. Those goods are the most appreciated among the blind children because they speak in other languages; tenderly and free.
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Wed, 30 Jun 2010 06:45:46 GMT (43.3 Mb)
The day starts to fall, the rain stops in a caring stillness, the leaves cry with happiness because they have met a small sun. It’s cold and I’m standing there, seven years after our last encounter before the door of the church. She is quite older; he is completely exhausted; they have taken different ways for their pain. I look at them hided behind the trees; I don’t know what to say or when. We are doing it just fine with his absence. It’s better for all to stay quiet as a mouse and let the breeze drives the clouds.
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Thu, 24 Jun 2010 05:08:41 GMT (55.3 Mb)
It has been long time since last episode but I’ve been wondering through time and sky and I haven’t been able to look after the sounds. I’ve been having lots of problems with the web and my records have lost their order but this week I found something like the sun and my hand stop hurting for a moment so I made this with thunders in the back.
The streets are cover with water and my body is starting to be demanding; time and effort have offered the last countdown.
Wed, 26 May 2010 00:22:36 GMT (63.1 Mb)
Today’s podcast is a special edition dedicated to Primavera Sounds. I only played artists that I’ll try to see this weekend. It has the double of song than the usual and it goes from the soft melodic tunes of tradition to the exquisite sound of trembling guitars. I’m very glad of going because the line-up is quite a summary of my life so I’d like to share with you this feeling. I hope you’d like it.
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Tue, 18 May 2010 13:27:26 GMT (36.7 Mb)
I’m not in here. I’ve lost the road again. Maybe in the air, maybe in the distance, I’ll fine a track of lost memories. I cannot repair the distance between hand and caress, I’m not that kind of doctor…
Mon, 03 May 2010 20:00:41 GMT (34.3 Mb)
Rain has something miraculous. Its smell in the streets flows like a sound into bodies. It has a kind of trembling that hit s the windows breaking the tiny silence of certainties. At this moment it’s raining, peacefully like if it’s murmuring something low, small secrets, maybe melodies, maybe hopes.
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Mon, 26 Apr 2010 21:31:16 GMT (38.7 Mb)
I know that someday I’ll fly over this city. I’ll see all the house and street from high above. I’ll see small cars running like blood and people walking like sand. Between the air and the fall I’ll make a small paragraph of movements, a methodic sound of farewell. I’ll fly over my favorite places just to look them for the last time.
Mon, 19 Apr 2010 23:29:41 GMT (36.6 Mb)
Today a bird landed in a delicate branch of a tree in the park. Everyone was looking at him with great expectation, as if he were a miracle. He has the most amazing colors; he was blue with red tones. He stood there peacefully all the day long without singing, without flying. The sun enlightened his feathers and beck with a luminous tremor that mesmerized the wind and heated all the grass. This is the way spring arrived to the town.
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