I want to shoot melodies, assassinate sadness, bomb cities of evil. I want to form troops ready to start a concert, armed with the best caliber of instruments. I want my political discourse to be forged with threats of poetry, sharing and love.
Politicians should invest more in artists than in the military, they should train minds ready to execute an instrument and a scripture instead of encouraging them to pick up a gun and repeat an empty and ridiculous battle morale speech. But it does not suit them to do that, because war is a business, a filthy business where people are just cattle in the Machiavellian plan of the rulers.
The earth belongs to everyone! Who said it belongs to anyone? That's why I abhor politicians, whatever side they are on, they are all equally demonic. The military are just empty pawns driven by hatred and morality, ready to do harm when ordered to do so by their superior. I am sorry for my strong vocabulary, but I am sorry, I do not throw flowers to pigs, wait! How can I compare pigs with these beings? Pigs are very beautiful animals.
I feel helplessness for all the intentional inequality and injustice that "leaders" have imposed on the world. I know the way out is individual, the changes will not be collective, but still, I want to give my euphoric word by saying: NO TO WAR! AND YES TO ART! Yes to poetry, yes to sharing. Enough of individualism, enough of selfishness, we have all made mistakes here, and that is why we should not hate each other. There are no buts when it comes to love and forgive, there are no buts when it comes to serve.
Dear family of Hive open mic, and not only of this community, but of the entire platform; I thank you infinitely for the work of beauty, creativity, admiration, appreciation, art and interaction that you carry out here. What we do is transcendental! An ecosystem of artistic and creative entrepreneurship that goes beyond distance and social position in life, this is what it is to share, this is what it is to grow! Believe it or not, we do much more than a politician or a military man can do in a lifetime. I want to give a greeting, a thank you and a huge hug of infinite love and gratitude to my brothers: @cabelindsay, @fernanblog, @mipiano, @edprivat, @peaq, @musicandreview, @draysax, @elisonr13, @veliozdemiroglu, @ksam, @carminasalazarte, @nahupuku, @thelooter, @leandromusic4, @leandroeltenor, @victor1979, @paolazun, @khaleesii, @jesuslnrs, @armandolnrs, @lecumberre, @minuetoacademy, @itzchemaya, @joshuabbey, @franciscodesousa, @auelitairene, @joseacabrerav, Among many others. You are all wonderful creators of beauty, talented and admirable. My heart exalts every time I have the mercy to appreciate your executions, your words, your ideas, your enthusiasms, your intentions, your processes. Thank you all for being and being! Never faint or stop doing the wonder you do, whether inside or outside of Hive, your art is a gift and a blessing to anyone.
I have brought here my beloved song Semilla en la tierra (seed in the ground.) original by Carlos Chauen. The fervor of this piece of music overflows my ability to digest emotion, it's that kind of song that you never forget, it's like it signs part of you. It represents the pain of life and the vision of love and acceptance that is born in the midst of that dark pain. "And I'm still here in my trench, throwing stones" this part of the lyrics speaks of a defensive position in the face of the struggle of inner demons and the search for the light. Finding our pure light in the midst of this chaos is a task full of obstacles and difficult trials. The soul is confused, but the intrinsic knowledge of it calls us to fight to transcend, no matter if the heart is full of wounds, we will always seek grace and satisfaction beyond the darkness.
Thank you again, dear family, for all the support and sincere affection, let's keep making music! Let's keep healing with song. Let's keep growing with creativity.
Quiero disparar melodías, asesinar la tristeza, bombardear ciudades del mal. Quiero formar tropas listas para iniciar un concierto, armadas con el mejor calibre de instrumentos. Quiero que mi discurso político se forje con amenazas de poesía, de compartir y de amor.
Los políticos deberían invertir más en los artistas que en los militares, deberían formar mentes preparadas para ejecutar un instrumento y una escritura en lugar de animarles a coger un arma y repetir un discurso de moral de batalla vacío y ridículo. Pero no les conviene hacerlo, porque la guerra es un negocio, un negocio asqueroso en el que las personas son sólo ganado en el plan maquiavélico de los gobernantes.
¡La tierra es de todos! ¿Quién ha dicho que sea de nadie? Por eso aborrezco a los políticos, sean del bando que sean, son todos igual de demoníacos. Los militares son sólo peones vacíos movidos por el odio y la moral, dispuestos a hacer daño cuando se lo ordena su superior. Siento mi fuerte vocabulario, pero lo siento, yo no le tiro flores a los cerdos, ¡espera! ¿Cómo puedo comparar a los cerdos con estos seres? Los cerdos son animales muy hermosos.
Siento impotencia por toda la desigualdad e injusticia intencionada que los "líderes" han impuesto en el mundo. Sé que la salida es individual, los cambios no serán colectivos, pero aun así, quiero dar mi palabra eufórica diciendo: ¡NO A LA GUERRA! Y ¡SÍ AL ARTE! Sí a la poesía, sí a compartir. Basta de individualismo, basta de egoísmo, aquí todos nos hemos equivocado y por eso no debemos odiarnos. No hay peros cuando se trata de amar y perdonar, no hay peros cuando se trata de servir.
Querida familia de Hive open mic, y no sólo de esta comunidad, sino de toda la plataforma; os agradezco infinitamente la labor de belleza, creatividad, admiración, apreciación, arte e interacción que realizáis aquí. ¡Lo que hacemos es trascendental! Un ecosistema de emprendimiento artístico y creativo que va más allá de la distancia y la posición social en la vida, ¡esto es compartir, esto es crecer! Aunque no lo creas, hacemos mucho más de lo que puede hacer un político o un militar en toda su vida. Quiero dar un saludo, un agradecimiento y un abrazo enorme de amor y gratitud infinita a mis hermanos: @cabelindsay, @fernanblog, @mipiano, @edprivat, @peaq, @musicandreview, @draysax, @elisonr13, @veliozdemiroglu, @ksam, @carminasalazarte, @nahupuku, @thelooter, @leandromusic4, @leandroeltenor, @victor1979, @paolazun, @khaleesii, @jesuslnrs, @armandolnrs, @lecumberre, @minuetoacademy, @itzchemaya, @joshuabbey, @franciscodesousa, @auelitairene, @joseacabrerav, Entre muchos otros. Todos ustedes son maravillosos creadores de belleza, talentosos y admirables. Mi corazón se exalta cada vez que tengo la misericordia de apreciar sus ejecuciones, sus palabras, sus ideas, sus entusiasmos, sus intenciones, sus procesos. ¡Gracias a todos por ser y estar! Nunca desmayéis ni dejéis de hacer la maravilla que hacéis, ya sea dentro o fuera del Panal, vuestro arte es un regalo y una bendición para cualquiera.
He traído aquí mi querida canción Semilla en la tierra, original de Carlos Chauen. El fervor de esta pieza musical desborda mi capacidad de digerir la emoción, es ese tipo de canción que nunca olvidas, es como si firmara parte de ti. Representa el dolor de la vida y la visión de amor y aceptación que nace en medio de ese oscuro dolor. "Y yo sigo aquí en mi trinchera, tirando piedras" esta parte de la letra habla de una posición defensiva ante la lucha de los demonios interiores y la búsqueda de la luz. Encontrar nuestra luz pura en medio de este caos es una tarea llena de obstáculos y pruebas difíciles. El alma está confundida, pero el conocimiento intrínseco de la misma nos llama a luchar por trascender, no importa si el corazón está lleno de heridas, siempre buscaremos la gracia y la satisfacción más allá de la oscuridad.
Gracias de nuevo, querida familia, por todo el apoyo y el cariño sincero, ¡sigamos haciendo música! Sigamos sanando con canciones. Sigamos creciendo con la creatividad.
Lyrics.
It hurts, life like a dagger sometimes it hurts
And it has nothing to do with your mouth
That made for kissing sometimes it bites
That announces sanity and sometimes goes crazy
And it hurts because the skin is not inert matter
And it hurts because to love is to hurt sometimes
It trembles, life as if in fear
There are times when it trembles
And it has nothing to do with the air
That moves your clothes on nights of a scarce moon
That squeezes loose and evokes and drives me crazy
And it trembles because of the heartbeats that you provoke
And also because to want is to tremble at times
And each one in his own way
And each one in his own way
And each one in his destiny
Fills his veins with suns
And I'm still here in my trench, my heart
Throwing stones against the last frontier
The one that separates the sea from the sky
Of the color of your ways
The one that takes me to war
To be a seed in the earth
And don't ask so much of me, heart
That I have little air in my lungs
What I have is a castle in the sky
If the scythe comes to my corner
Rinse my brow in your sweat
And give everyone a kiss if I die
And you give everyone a kiss if I die
Laugh, life like a volcano there are times when it laughs
And it has nothing to do with time
She laughs because for her we are so light
As the blue smoke that comes out of modesty
And she laughs because your crying deserves it
And also because to love is to laugh sometimes
She lives, life out of compassion
There are times when it lives
And it has nothing to do with death
And when that moment comes let me see you
That there is no greater freedom than to have you in front of me
And let no one be absolved for not loving you
And live because to love is to live more than you can imagine
And each one in his own way
And each one in his own way sings his sorrows away
And each one in his destiny
Is filling his veins with suns
And I'm still here in my trench, my heart
Throwing stones
Against the last frontier
The one that separates the sea from the sky
Of the color of your ways
The one that takes me to war
To be a seed in the earth
And don't ask so much of me, heart
That I have little air in my lungs
What I have is a castle in the sky
If the scythe comes to my corner
Rinse my brow in your sweat
And give everyone a kiss if I die
And you give everyone a kiss if I die
And if it's all seed I won't ache for the splinter
That bleed from my side
Your little girl walks, and don't say anything to me
Let me at my window with my feet on the other side
I smoke my mornings
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