La
selva.
Expressions by cosmopolitan sylvan men.
No
fue un camino de rosas. The way of the man on a environment of fight and beauty, unpredictable fate, periodic seasons, better with company.
El misterio del agua y su poder. It based in the Nigel
Barley anthropological document, that tell truly the experience of an
english anthropologist with ethnical group from Camerun, Mountain Dowayos.
In a part of document the author tells how he contacts with an important
wizard of the region, who shows his power to make rain.
Sombras.
It is a claim for the grey, against black and white extremism.
Si
tu te vas.
This is the feeling you have when something is finished and there is nothing afterward, and you think it will never repeat.
Ríos
de pasión.
One of the songs I wrote in 1998 in Mongolia. The magic place where goes our feelings. It has the collaboraton of Pancho Brañas playing hi-hat, and Susana Raya in the chorus.
Moho.
As all the machines, we need use all our potential to avoid the oxidation.
El
desierto de los hombres pobres.
Tránsito hasta lugares abiertos, bombeando el aire en llamas, la
tierra caliente, las danzas de los esteparios.
Los Mares del Sur. Visiting far seas through thoughts of dreams.
El monstruo de la niñez. Grief seeds which comes buried in memory.
Pueblo Indio. One of my older songs. I remember I wrote it near a water reservoir while water was falling. I finished it in the bed, in siesta time. It was in 1985, probably. I t was a strange song in this times but people liked it. Some years after, it was awarded in a songs competition.
Dame una visión. It come to me in a morning as every morning, when I am going to work. I thought I was going to forget during the morning, but fortunately stay in my memory to be finished later. A love song with a exchange of vital perspectives.
Bella
Donna.
It was composed only with the voice and a drum. That the reason of the
simple armony and the complex rhythm. Lyrics are about first thing I thought.
This is the story about a man who love but is not loved. He decide to
travel to a far country , be muslim and live surrounded by women, but
he went on missing the woman he did not get.
El rey de ojos abiertos. I wrote it while I was crossing Monegros Desert. I remember in the television of the hotel Francis Ford Coppola telling the Apocalipsis Now filming. His way to describe the reality, his passion for his work and how to understand the depth of the characters. It encourages me to create something from nothing , and so, I wrote he story about a disappointed and humble king, who wanted escape from his fate.
Caos. About Chaos could be more inside us than in the nature rules.
Santivériz. Story about a television script writer who is mentally unbalanced due censure.
Los ojos de zamla y la colonia de los ojos blancos. I wrote it in Hasting (England) in summer 1986 or 1987. I remember I shared an attic with an Arabian and he liked the song. It is simple and mysterious. That the reason I made different productions about it and because first focus, when Spanish pop rock was fashionable, was not too suitable.
