
Date of issue: 13.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Soneto Espiritual(original) |
Si de niño percibia cometas como anclas de viento |
Y ahora como pájaros muertos que siguen fluyendo |
En pos del filo hilo que ese niño sigue sosteniendo |
Porque aún sigue vivo en algún rincón de mis adentros |
Rompiendo el molde en que no supe comprimirme |
La semilla que germinó bajo el eclipse |
Cuando lo mismo que te libera es lo que te aflige |
Vivo encerrao' en la celda de los barrotes flexibles |
Tú te volviste tan yo y yo me volví tan tú |
Que tuvimos que alejarnos para dejarnos ser |
Caló tan hondo que llevo el corazón de doble fondo |
Y ahora cabe otro cuerpo entre la espada y la pared |
Será que me siento como un ciego sin tacto al palparme |
El castillo de arena en la copa del árbol flotante |
Tuve que descomponerme |
Para poder sintetizarme y aprendí a quererme por amor al arte |
Ya no hay contraste si se atora |
Dualidad de onda y corpúsculo que hasta lo firme se evapora |
Porque no hay mayor prisión que la ignorancia ni mayor |
Sensación de libertad que aquel que elige lo que ignora |
Postra equilibrio meditando en el altar |
Relleno los siete mantras en este plano mental |
Llevo mi música a otro estado elemental |
Pinto cuadros por escrito, esto es Neo-plasticismo musical |
El perro no huele al gato estando encerrado |
Por eso el hecho de ser preso nos ha librado |
Dedicado al nacional que se lo llevó incautado |
Que luego su hija bien que me lo pilla cinco el gramo |
Eran tiempos malos, no hablemos de eso |
Que salí invicto pero no ileso |
El amor a la soledad hizo sentirse libre al preso y el |
Peso de la eternidad a los dioses ansiar ser de carne y hueso |
Por eso no vuelvo y a cada paso me crezco |
Haciéndome sentir más denso como el viento en callejones |
Lo que siento es tan difícil de entender que arranco un |
Trozo de alma y lo plasmo eterno en cada mente que me oye |
(translation) |
If as a child I perceived kites as wind anchors |
And now like dead birds that keep flowing |
In pursuit of the thread that that child continues to hold |
Because he is still alive in some corner of my insides |
Breaking the mold in which I did not know how to compress myself |
The seed that germinated under the eclipse |
When the same thing that frees you is what afflicts you |
I live locked up in the cell with the flexible bars |
You became so me and I became so you |
That we had to walk away to let ourselves be |
It went so deep that I have a double bottom heart |
And now another body fits between a rock and a hard place |
Could it be that I feel like a tactless blind man when he touches me |
The sandcastle on the top of the floating tree |
I had to break down |
To be able to synthesize myself and I learned to love myself for the love of art |
There is no contrast anymore if you get stuck |
Duality of wave and corpuscle that even what is firm evaporates |
Because there is no greater prison than ignorance nor greater |
Feeling of freedom that he who chooses what he ignores |
Prostrate balance meditating on the altar |
I fill the seven mantras in this mental plane |
I take my music to another elemental state |
I paint pictures in writing, this is Musical Neo-Plasticism |
The dog does not smell the cat when locked up |
That is why the fact of being a prisoner has freed us |
Dedicated to the national who took it seized |
That later his daughter of him well that I get five a gram |
Those were bad times, let's not talk about it |
That I came out undefeated but not unscathed |
The love of solitude made the prisoner feel free and the |
Weight of eternity to the gods yearn to be flesh and blood |
That's why I don't come back and with each step I grow |
Making me feel denser like the wind in back alleys |
What I feel is so hard to understand that I start a |
Piece of soul and I imprint it eternally in each mind that hears me |