Soft and slow sense, thinking many things
I compose and play music just on computer and sound modules. The reason isn't my preference is the loneliness. I have to play music without other players, so this is the only way to do it.
The best words were written by Steve Gilmore:
"electronica with not a bleep, buzz or blip in sight and very tasty it is too" (Thanks Steve).
The important thing is trasmit. Whatever, but transmit something.
Story behind the song
This song was created by guitar. Nowadays I have not guitar. So I have programmed every note, acent, all
Lyrics
[Spanish]
Si pudiera correr tanto que alcanzara el viento
Y no pudiera mas que dejar caer jadeando
Absorviendo la humedad de la tierra,
Eso haria.
Si pudiera leer la carta que espero,
Saber que estas ahi,
Que tus manos han rozado ese papel
Que ahora yo leo
Y que llegara como antes con un sello y por correo,
Eso haria (eso quisiera).
Si pudiera jugar con la espuma
Que se desliza por nuestros cuerpos,
Abrazarte bajo el calor del agua que
Caliente nos enlaza,
Arrebujarme en esa dicha glotona,
Eso haria (asi me quedaria).
Si al abrir la ventana
la lluvia rozara mi cara y pudiera volver a la cama
tumbarme a tu lado
quedarme mirando las gotas deslizarse por el cristal
escuchando el repiquetear del viento y dejarme ir asi
sin tiempo,
eso haria (asi seria).
Si pudiera escapar a nuestra playa
con sus rocas moteadas y su arena palida
a su mar verde y sus olas plateadas,
eso haria (asi existiria).
Si cuando la noche llega y el silencio me atrapa
sonara el telefono y fuera tu voz inesperada
que acariciara al enmudecido mundo que me rodea
eso desearia
Y entonces mi risa seria tan fuerte,
tan alta
tan imposible de detener
tan loca
y tan desgarrada
que el infinito se llenaria de mis carcajadas
y ni las sirenas de la noche podrian acallarla.
[English]
If I could run to catch up with the wind
until I fell exhausted, gasping for breath
absorbing the humidity of the earth,
that’s what I’d do.
If I could read the letter I’m waiting for
knowing you’re there
that your fingers have touched the page I’m reading now
that will arrive as before, through the post with its stamp,
that’s what I’d do (that’s what I’d wish for).
If I could play with the lather
that slides down our bodies
hold you under the heat of the water that binds us with its warmth heat
to snuggle up in that gluttonous shower
that’s what I’d do (that’s how I’d stay).
If, when I open the window
the rain would kiss my face and I could return to bed
lie at your side
watch the droplets slide down the windowpane
listen to the tapping of the wind and there let myself go, timeless,
that’s what I’d do (that’s how it would be).
If I could escape to our beach
with its flecked rocks and pale sand
to its green sea and silver waves,
that’s what I’d do (that’s how I be).
If when the night arrives and the silence traps me
the telephone would ring and you’d surprise me with your voice
which would caress the hushed that surrounds me
that is what I’d desire.
Then my laughter would be so strong,
so loud
so impossible to stop
so exultant
tearing the air
that infinity would fill with my gay abandon
that not even the sirens of the night could silence me.
