I am in a train. I can see the outside world changing. Day, night, rain, sun, clouds, trees, unending concrete cities, a mountain. A succession of images outside. Inside, I remain still. From my perspective, I do not move. I am not surprised that Man once thought that the planet where it dwells was the centre of the Universe. It must have come as a shock to discover that the Earth, our home, was just another planet. That we are not the centre of anything, we are not special. The same feeling

I think about the public in a concert or a mob in the street. They act as One. People doing things they would never dare doing if they were alone. For a few moments they stop being individuals with an independent conscience and they become one with the group. They abandon themselves. They surrender to the power that unites them together into an undefinable One. One can almost see the collective unconscious at work. Our most primitive version of a species, acting as a collective, acting instincti

It’s interesting that the word universe, which integrates all the diversity that exists, etymologically means to pour/transform into one. Humans, at least in the West, have chosen a word that means ‘one’ to define that which contains everything. Poetic and powerful. Who am I? I remember asking myself this question so often. Maybe it is the wrong question. Maybe I should ask ‘what’ am I. ‘Who’ implies an individual. Maybe the mistake is trying to see what distinguishes me from everything else, w

I remember the mixtapes (actual 20th century tapes) that we crafted for that special someone. They were full of thought, of effort, of emotion, of anticipation, of love. A compilation is a sort of creation. It is not a list, it is more than that. It is a language. A pile of words placed in a particular order. Those words and no other. Those songs in that order and no other. In quoting others, we cite ourselves. Julio Cortazar, Around the day in 80 worlds When we listen to music we are not on

In the old days we didn’t have so much information at hand. It was easier to have an opinion that was not necessarily supported by facts. It was the opinion we wanted to have, or rather the one we needed to have at the time.  Now, with everything there is to know in our cell phone, one would think that our opinions would be more informed. But opinions are not facts. We still have the same need to have a specific opinion at a specific stage. And if it doesn’t align with the facts, we will will lo

If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change Michael Jackson, Man in the mirror If someone had told me that I would cite Michael Jackson… A few days ago I heard someone asking what would make the world a better place. I thought about a few obvious things, then I wondered what ‘better’ means. This idea of making the world a better place always seems to come with a flavour of self-sacrifice. Intuitively, I would say none of us think we can make the worl

There was a moment a few years ago when I stopped defending from the world. When I understood my aim was not to look for a more appropriate place, different from this one, but to fuse myself with this world to which I belong. To be one with it, accepting life as a permanently changing sea of everything. A primordial chaos to which I belong. I understood that I am not to be on that side, fearing change, watching from the outside, but on this side. The only side… Here. As soon as she gave up her

We spend our lives asking ourselves who we are while, at the same time, we try to become someone else through every single action that moves us from here to there, as if ‘there’ were any different from ‘here’. Asking myself who I am used to lead me to a brick wall that seemed to block my way and felt like a prison. But this has somehow changed. Now, ‘Who am I?’ is the question that lifts me. Instead of anchoring me to a place, instead of giving me certainty, it releases me from my fetters and j

Our knowledge is stored in memory, classified, at least partially interpreted and ready to be used to predict future outcomes. But how do we know that there is something we don’t know, that something is missing? I know the basics of how a car engine works, but I ignore the details. I am aware of my ignorance because I cannot provide a full rational explanation of how the engine works. I am also aware that I largely ignore the history of Australia, for instance. But this implies that I know at l

Projections are my favourite psychological phenomenon. The transfer of part of our unconscious content to another being. That transfer of energy occurs from one part of our mind to another part of our mind. It is not really externalised. The external ‘hook’ does not demand projection, it mostly remains unaware. The part of our mind that the other person occupies (represents, ‘lightens’) creates a polarization, a tension in our mind, and ions flow en masse from other neurons to the new ‘hole’. T

I was reading an earlier post in my blog that felt as it had been written by somebody else. A ‘past me’ that exists no more, not because I no longer subscribe my own opinions, but because the language and reasoning sound… distant. I look at my hands typing. Are they mine? They belong to my body and to a certain extent I can feel that I identify with them, but are they really mine? The problem, of course, is the definition of ‘I’. Thoughts just arise. Who thinks the thoughts? If they arise spont

és una cançó íntima que retrata la calma i la connexió emocional entre dues persones en un espai allunyat del soroll exterior. La lletra parla de la proximitat física i emocional, dels silencis compartits que ho expliquen tot i de la necessitat de quedar-se dins d’un instant que sembla suspendre el temps. És una reflexió delicada sobre l’amor tranquil, la vulnerabilitat i la bellesa dels petits moments que no necessiten paraules.

Tema Urban Soul i Neo Soul d’inspiració setantera amb una atmosfera nocturna, lenta i sensual. El Rhodes elèctric i el violoncel creen una textura càlida i profunda, mentre l’orgue Hammond, el baix suau i una bateria minimalista sostenen un groove elegant i relaxat. La interpretació vocal masculina és propera, emocional i molt controlada, amb fraseig lent i expressiu. La producció aposta per una sonoritat analògica, íntima i envoltant, amb gran profunditat estèreo i un ambient cinematogràfic subtil.

Balada soul de caràcter íntim amb una producció suau i emocionalment carregada. L’arranjament es construeix amb una base minimalista que deixa espai a la veu, incorporant textures subtils i una evolució continguda. El fraseig vocal és expressiu i proper, amb una interpretació que transmet nostàlgia i tensió emocional sense perdre elegància.

Tema de soul contemporani amb una construcció emocional progressiva, que combina una base íntima amb un creixement intens cap a moments més expressius. L’arranjament manté una producció continguda però amb més cos, incorporant capes que reforcen la tensió i l’alliberament. La interpretació vocal és profunda i carregada de matisos, amb una evolució dinàmica que transmet força, fragilitat i determinació.

Balada soul d’atmosfera introspectiva amb una producció minimalista i progressiva, centrada en la creació d’un espai sonor profund i emocional. L’arranjament es construeix amb capes suaus, textures ambientals i una evolució lenta que acompanya el desenvolupament intern del tema. La interpretació vocal és continguda però intensa, amb un fraseig expressiu que reforça el caràcter espiritual i reflexiu de la peça.

Tema de soul atmosfèric amb una producció minimalista i contemplativa, construït sobre un tempo pausat i una estructura fluida. L’arranjament destaca per l’ús d’espais, textures suaus i una instrumentació delicada que crea una sensació de suspensió temporal. La veu es manté propera i expressiva, amb un fraseig relaxat que reforça l’estat de calma i presència del tema.