I was driving back to you and feeling the need of the warmth of your body, the richness of your soul, and the life that you share.

Lyrics (translated by Google):

I will feel love, that calls me

I'm going to feel heat, it turns me on

I'm going to feel the desire, they call me

and then your voice calls me

I hear your voice, which screams

and I feel the heat, which excites me.

I'm going to kiss you come here

in spanish:

voy a sentir amor, que me llama

voy sentir calor, que me prende

voy sentir las ganas, que me llaman

y luego tu voz, me llama

escucho tu voz, que grita

y siento el calor, que me exita.

te voy a besar ven aquí

I stand before a wall that we made in our minds. We built with our hands, all our shared will, and years of repeating the same wrong story.

We forgot we're the same seed and need the same water. Instead, we tilled sour hate and harvested empty resentment.

You're so foreign to me!

We forgot that not so long ago we held hands and ate a meal together. Where we shared stories and praised our gifts around the same fire.

We scream foul, and we spit worst.

We raise our fists, shove, push, and stomp around like we don't swim in the same primordial pond.

We forgot we shared the same womb. We forgot about Mother.

Shed your skin, filter your ideas, and forget what you heard.

We should be holding hands in this small world.

Because once it's hurt, neither you nor I will be here to tell the story of where we all came from and how we shared it all.

Boredom little by little erodes me and consumes my life. Like waves crashing loudly against the rock, I see that I will give in.

Again, the frosted window and the streaks of rain, hide me from the world. I stay in where nobody can see me.

I wish there was some sun, a bit of energy, and homely warmth outside and also inside.

Sometimes pressure mounts, perhaps life overwhelms and there is a feeling that swamps you completely.

Look up, look inside, look around, look everywhere! There is a lot to be proud of and even more to be happy about. Look, please look hard!

Less than zero,

crawling down.

Stealing noises,

narrow spaces.

Less than you,

patching feelings.

Dining dreams,

catching shadows.

Let me walk alone,

touch the ground.

Hold my heart along,

feel its rhythm.

Feel its warmth,

crying hours.

Stop the sound,

counting shadows.

Cut its ties,

mend it up.

Think in hours,

fly along.

It's a remix of: https://soundcloud.com/set-meridian/quiero-verte

Stories of love that didn't pan out in a remix!

Lyrics:

There is something strange in your garden,

it is hard to describe.

Eternal spring is very special,

So is a fresh shadow.

And now I live here,

I mingle with the flowers.

The sun doesn't shine for me,

I stay here, I die here.

Letra:

Hay algo raro en tu jardín.

Que es dificíl de explicar.

La primavera eterna es especial,

La sombra fresca es igual.

Y ahora habito solo aquí,

me confundo con las flores.

El sol ya no salé para mí,

me quedo aquí, me muero aquí.

Remix by https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/3tMrCgMTWLGpBB459

All those emotions that are left to build up, only to suddenly fizz and bubble crazily to the surface.

Te tomará un momento,

sentir que estás volviendo.

Se sentirá la muerte,

como que llega ausente.

Y aquella noche,

que dijiste no.

Te dejará una huella,

que nunca olvidarás.

Te tomará la vida,

aunque sea un momento.

Y sin decir mentiras,

sabrás de este cuento.

Y luego como tu,

que nadie supo nada.

Tendrás que resignarte,

a una muerte mas.

*Translation from google :)*

It'll take a moment,

feel like you're coming back.

You will feel death,

as it arrives absent.

And that night,

when you said no!

She will leave a mark on you,

that you will never forget.

It will take your life,

even for a moment.

And without telling lies,

You know about this story.

And then like you,

that no one knew anything.

You'll have to resign yourself,

to one more death!

Sometimes I sit and ponder, why we let ourselves be guided by those whose only interest is them and no one else.

They will step on, trample and destroy whatever it takes, to rip what they want out of this earth, and they will cry their lungs out with sad and pathetic rhetoric about country, liberty, and unity.

If you crave power, you're not fit for power.

The environment is calling us and we have a lot to do:

Poor Governance

Food Waste

Biodiversity Loss

Plastic Pollution

Deforestation

Air Pollution

Melting Ice Caps and Sea Level Rise

Ocean Acidification

Food and Water Insecurity

Fast Fashion and Textile Waste

Agriculture

Sometimes curses plague our planet. With our hands and minds, we cast all spells that break and destroy. Dark wizard musing your tunes of evil enchantation.