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THE WAY YOU SMELL
06/19/2026
Tamara Martínez Sánchez
Tamara Martínez Sánchez
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1️⃣ Datos básicos de la obra
Título de la obra: The Way You Smell
Tipo de obra: Obra musical con letra
Autora (nombre completo): Tamara Martínez Sánchez
Nombre artístico / seudónimo: TammyQuenn
Año de creación: 2026
País: España
Idioma principal de la letra: Inglés
2️⃣ Descripción de la obra
Descripción corta
Dark pop / alt pop en inglés sobre un amor que ya no está, pero que sigue vivo en el olor que dejó: su perfume en un jersey, su shampoo en la ducha, su presencia en cada lugar lleno de gente, y el hecho de que la narradora “still breathes them in”.
3️⃣ Clasificación y género
Género musical (orientativo): Dark Pop / Alternative Pop.
Subgénero / mood: Introspectivo, nostálgico, atmosférico, con imágenes muy sensoriales (perfume, shampoo, smoke, crowded places) y un punto melancólico.
Estilo / tono: Canción pop oscura en inglés, centrada en la sinestesia entre olor y memoria; mezcla imágenes casi cinematográficas (midnight rain, smoke, barefoot in the dark) con un estribillo pegadizo y repetitivo.
Palabras clave / keywords: dark pop, alternative pop, atmospheric, scent, memory, heartbreak, English.
Your scent.
There’s a sweater
on my chair
that still holds
your perfume.
Every time
I reach for it,
you come back
into the room.
You’re gone,
but on the threshold,
your shadow
still lingers,
and the scent
of summer
on your skin
draws near
to kill me.
I close my eyes
and you’re here,
whispering secrets
in my ear.
It’s your scent,
like midnight rain
and something
I can’t spell,
a little bit
of heaven,
a little bit
of hell,
and I can’t
forget you,
no, I can’t
forget you.
It’s your presence
on every shirt
and every
crowded place,
your ghost
is written
in the air
I breathe,
and I can’t
forget you,
because I still
breathe you in.
There’s your shampoo
in my shower,
half a forgotten
bottle.
I tell myself
I’ll throw it away.
But this time
I’m not so strong.
I see a trace
in someone else
walking past me
on the street,
and for a second
I’m 17 again
with your heartbeat
against my cheek.
I close my eyes
and there we are,
dancing barefoot
in the dark.
It’s your scent,
like midnight rain
and something
I can’t spell,
a little bit
of heaven,
a little bit
of hell,
and I can’t
forget you,
no, I can’t
forget you.
It’s your presence
in every shirt
and every
crowded place,
your ghost
is written
in the air
I breathe,
and I can’t
forget you,
because I still
breathe you in.
Maybe it’s the cedar
of your coat
or the cigarette
you never finished.
Maybe it’s the way
my stupid heart
refuses
to admit
that you’re gone
forever
in this instant.
I keep your scent
in every room,
like a prayer
I never spoke
aloud.
If memories
are made
of smoke,
then you are
the smoke
I live in now.
It’s your scent,
like midnight rain
and something
I can’t spell,
a little bit
of heaven,
a little bit
of hell,
and I can’t
forget you,
no, I can’t
forget you.
It’s your presence
on every shirt
and every
crowded place,
your name
is written
in the air
I breathe,
and I can’t
forget you.
No, I can’t
forget you,
because I still
breathe you in.
Obra producida con herramientas digitales y posible apoyo de IA en sonido/mezcla, bajo dirección creativa original de la autora.
Letra, melodía vocal y concepto: autoría original de Tamara Martínez Sánchez.
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