Lyrics: RAIN 2 There’s a rain outside the café, slow as an old song on vinyl. The waitress hums a broken tune and wipes the same glass again. I sit here tracing rings of coffee, thinking of roads I never took, letters I never sent, and words I never said. Old café rain, don’t stop tonight, wash this city till it’s white. Let the strangers pass unseen, and drown the noise in nicotine. When morning comes with empty eyes, I’ll leave a coin, a note, a sigh — and go before the sky remembers who I am

Lyrics POEMS: If I didn’t write poems, maybe I’d sell flowers, or try to fly as if nothing mattered, or serve as a bridge or a silence between things. If I didn’t write poems, maybe I wouldn’t live, nor understand that everything is the return of everything, that all this has already happened and will keep happening. If I didn’t write verses, I don’t know what else to tell you, how to explain what goes on inside me, where the wind leads when you are the kite escaping its string. If I didn’t write poems, maybe I wouldn’t exist, maybe the most beautiful image of you, as a record to transcend time. So if I didn’t write poems, you would never have been you, and I would never have found all these words.

Lyrics: HAVEN

Lyrics: SUITCASE You told me I was to blame for your life that I was no longer the same but a shadow growing ever more distant You left me at some random station like a lost suitcase or the stone that hadn’t let you fly Then time passed the rain passed all the promises the world placed in your hands when it left me behind And then you looked back with new eyes discovered my hands like other hands you had never seen before and you came back to me to the suitcase that had to be opened to be scattered to try something so as not to get lost And at the station where everything became forever you no longer found the suitcase nor the past nor the new future with slightly wider eyes I was no longer at the station I am now the wind

Lyrics: WORDS The same images of parties of meetings and smiles of things that only exist if you turn them into pictures here I am look at me and fewer and fewer words screens of every kind, size, place all those panes where we see the world instead of seeing the world and fewer and fewer words children going to class before class and after class and instead of love they get screens and punishments from screens and fewer and fewer words until we live in a world of silence completely drowned in hollow noises and sounds completely blind absent compensated That’s why I ask for the words please give me all the words

Escrita Noviembre 6 de 2025 Una navidad lejos de casa Se siente frio que no estés aquí cada día le pido al universo que mis abrazos lleguen hasta ti. Hoy las luces brillan en las calles pero a mi me duele estar sin ti Unas aves vuelan desde eeeel norte mis deseos llevan hacia el sur =CORO= Y aqui estoy, haciendo lo posible por pasar una navidad mejor lejos de mi hogar lejos de mi hogar Una navidad lejos de casa se siente extraño sonreír te recuerdo y con el pensamiento gravitando voy siempre hacia ti =CORO FINAL= Y aqui estoy, haciendo lo posible por pasar una navidad mejor Y aqui estoy, haciendo lo posible por pasar una navidad mejor lejos de mi hogar lejos de mi hogar lejos de mi hogar lejos de mi hogar

Lyrics: Smoke on Her Voice She never said her name, just sang over the band. Her eyes were two small fires burning slow in her hands. The crowd forgot their pain, I forgot who I was, and the smoke on her voice was enough to cause a flood. There’s smoke on her voice, and I’m breathing it in, forgetting the world and every sin. If love’s a crime, I’ll take the blame — her song, my chain, her lips, my flame. There’s smoke on her voice, and I’m breathing it in, forgetting the world and every sin. If love’s a crime, I’ll take the blame — her song, my chain, her lips, my flame.

Lyrics: Smoke on Her Voice She never said her name, just sang over the band. Her eyes were two small fires burning slow in her hands. The crowd forgot their pain, I forgot who I was, and the smoke on her voice was enough to cause a flood. There’s smoke on her voice, and I’m breathing it in, forgetting the world and every sin. If love’s a crime, I’ll take the blame — her song, my chain, her lips, my flame. There’s smoke on her voice, and I’m breathing it in, forgetting the world and every sin. If love’s a crime, I’ll take the blame — her song, my chain, her lips, my flame.

Lyrics: The last bar still open The last bar still open, two glasses left on the edge. She talks about Paris and ghosts, I just nod and pretend. There’s jazz leaking from the walls, some old Coltrane in her breath, and I wonder if tonight is the end or just a test. Don’t close the lights, not yet, my friend. The night still knows how to pretend. If morning wins, we lose again, so keep the bar open till it rains. Cover image for The Last Encore The Last Encore The Last Encore oscarastrologia

Lyrics: One Table, Two Shadows There’s one table left open, and two shadows arguing over it. The piano leans in to listen, pretending not to judge. You left your words folded in the napkin of another song. The waiter brings time instead of wine, we drink it slowly, like regret. Every candle burns unevenly, just like us. There’s one table left open, and two shadows arguing over it. The piano leans in to listen, pretending not to judge. You left your words folded in the napkin of another song. The waiter brings time instead of wine, we drink it slowly, like regret. Every candle burns unevenly, just like us. Outside, the night keeps score of who stayed longer inside the dream

Lyrics: No One Leaves the Night All the singers are gone, but the stage is still warm. The bartender wipes the last trace of a storm. Someone left a hat, someone left a dream. The silence plays its final theme. No one leaves the night, we just fade in the dawn. What we lose in the light, the music carries on. And if we meet again, same smoke, same song — no one leaves the night, we just move along. All the singers are gone, but the stage is still warm. The bartender wipes the last trace of a storm. Someone left a hat, someone left a dream. The silence plays its final theme. No one leaves the night, we just fade in the dawn. What we lose in the light, the music carries on. And if we meet again, same smoke, same song — no one leaves the night, we just move along.

Lyrics: The Streetlight Waltz Rain rehearsing on the glass, the city hums its low refrain. He walks slow, coat undone, looking for a name. She waits under a streetlight, holding what could be his heart — a matchbox, a letter, and the smell of the dark. Dance, my dear, the night forgives. Under the streetlight, everyone lives. One more step, the rain applauds — the city sleeps, and love gets lost. Rain rehearsing on the glass, the city hums its low refrain. He walks slow, coat undone, looking for a name. She waits under a streetlight, holding what could be his heart — a matchbox, a letter, and the smell of the dark. Dance, my dear, the night forgives. Under the streetlight, everyone lives. One more step, the rain applauds — the city sleeps, and love gets lost.

Lyrics: Midnight conversations He said, “I once believed in stars.” She smiled, “I used to draw them.” Both were too tired to laugh, too real to lie again. Two coffees going cold, the jukebox out of change, their words like tired ships crossing the same bay. Midnight conversations, half love, half confession. No one’s right, no one’s clean — just a little less alone than we’ve ever been. Midnight conversations, half love, half confession. No one’s right, no one’s clean — just a little less alone than we’ve ever been.

Lyrics: Rain on the microphone There’s rain on the microphone, and she sings anyway. Notes fall slower tonight, as if the clouds were jealous. Somewhere between C minor and the scent of wet smoke, I still find you. The drummer wipes his tears and calls it rhythm. The sax forgets the melody and finds something truer. She closes her eyes — and for a second, the rain sings too.

Lyrics: Every time and every time nothing works when you come home with your hands in your pockets shrugging as if life had nothing to do with you but it does of course it does how could life not every time nothing works not even the small things the tiny challenges the song you never finish writing because the ending isn’t ready yet every time it’s night again one more day one more little life that ends and still nothing goes as you thought it would just imagine you’re with her again that there’s no emptiness no pain in knowing she wasn’t the one that you’re beginning again like when the sun rises in the morning as if it were opening a magic chest that hides the days

Lyrics: Bajo tu mirada [Verse 1] Camino lento por la avenida, te sigo con mis ojos y todo se olvida. Las luces caen sobre tu sonrisa, y el mundo gira lento, ya nadie tiene prisa. [Pre-chorus] No hace falta hablar, ya lo sé, cada gesto tuyo mueve mis pies. Siento el pulso, siento la verdad, cuando me miras, pierdo la ciudad. [Chorus] Bajo tu mirada, todo se enciende, cada segundo contigo el cuerpo aprende. Bajo tu mirada, no hay principio ni final, solo tú y yo y ya nada está mal [Verse 2] La calle brilla con nuestro andar, cada sombra quiere también bailar. Y aunque la noche nos quiera esconder, tu luz me encuentra y me vuelve a traer. [Pre-chorus] No hace falta hablar, ya lo sé, cada gesto tuyo mueve mis pies. Siento el pulso, siento la verdad, cuando me miras, pierdo la ciudad. [Chorus] Bajo tu mirada, todo se enciende, cada segundo contigo el cuerpo aprende. Bajo tu mirada, no hay principio ni final, solo tú y yo y ya nada está mal [Bridge / Break] Déjame perderme en tu rayo de sol, déjame soñar sin control. Cada mirada tuya me roba el aliento, cada instante contigo es un movimiento. [Final Chorus] Bajo tu mirada, todo se enciende, cada segundo contigo el cuerpo aprende. Bajo tu mirada, no hay principio ni final, solo tú y yo y ya nada está mal

Lyrics: En un mundo que es mentira Y así de repente ya eres mayor para hacer lo que quieras lo que creas mejor ya cumpliste 18 eres pro en el Fortnite hora de apostar y gastar lo que no hay pero no pasa nada te prestan 300 para que solo tengas que devolver 3500 ponte la vacuna di que sí a todo y aunque creas vivir te joden de todos modos y si te sobra algo busca chica en onlyfans que la realidad no es esta la verdad siempre está online Mucha suerte compañero Los de la esquina se piran y te dejan a tu suerte en un mundo que es mentira En un mundo que es mentira En un mundo que es mentira En un mundo que es mentira En un mundo que es mentira

Lyrics: Yo quiero ser viral [chorus:] Yo quiero ser viral tener likes a millones y comprarme un Lamborghini tocándome los cojones [verse 1:] y cuando sea rico y tenga millones de seguidores subir vídeos de los carros y los momentos mejores [chorus:] Yo quiero ser viral, viral, viral tener likes a millones y comprarme un Ferrari tocándome los cojones [verse 2:] pero lo malo es que soy guapo, rico y millonario una villa de 3 plantas ropa cara en el armario [bridge:] pero amigos no me quedan solo quieren mi dinero y las novias no me duran viviendo en el extranjero [chorus:] Yo quiero ser viral tener likes a millones y comprarme un Maserati tocándome los cojones y más dinero y más dinero

Lyrics: Pica pica cuando me pica la cabeza todo me da pereza cuando me pica el codo de ti lo quiero todo cuando me pica la espalda no hagas eso con tu falda cuando me pica la rodilla todo va de maravilla pica pica que siento este picor que la piel se excita y se cambia de color necesito tus manos que vengan a buscarme que yo necesito lo que vienes a darme cuando me pica la barriga quiero hacerlo con tu amiga cuando me pica el corazón vengo a pedirte perdón y si me pica el talón vamos a la habitación que antes que vengan las canas adiós chico hasta mañana pica pica que siento este picor que la piel se excita y se cambia de color necesito tus manos que vengan a buscarme que yo necesito lo que vienes a darme pica pica que siento este picor pica pica que siento este picor necesito tus manos que vengan a buscarme que yo necesito lo que vienes a darme

Lyrics: La musculatura Me cuenta mi vecino que sabe mucho de estas cosas que a las mujeres les gustan tipos con la musculatura generosa así que me dijo que me apuntara a un gimnasio pero ya que han abierto uno nuevo muy cerca en la ciudad Y aquí me tienes vestido de equilibrista al cuarto ejercicio me dije "esto no hay quien lo resista" luego cuando la pesa se me cayó en el pie vi la Torre Eiffel vi la Torre Eiffel Se pone dura la musculatura salto por aquí giro por allá se pone dura se pone dura la musculatura por más que corro no me muevo del mismo sitio se pone dura la musculatura como me pidan otra flexión digo que non va a ser que non se pone dura la musculatura que nooooo Un tipo que parecía culturista se vino para mí a darme alguna pista me enseñó proteínas y minerales de litio y yo pedaleando sin moverme del sitio me mostró el gimnasio y me puso una rutina que solo leerla ponía la carne de gallina cuando me despedí bueno nos vemos mañana que tal la mañana del Juicio Final Se pone dura la musculatura salto por aquí giro por allá se pone dura se pone dura la musculatura por más que corro no me muevo del mismo sitio se pone dura la musculatura como me pidan otra flexión digo que non va a ser que non se pone dura la musculatura