“Pentiana. Volume II: Duin and Ambar” Second part of the trilogy of science-fiction and epical phantasy. Written for grown-ups, youngsters and children might like. Synopsis: The adventure continues from the birth of Orion, third offspring of Sirius and Virgo. It follows the storyline between the Earth, the Blue planet (Duin, in language quenya) and the asteroid World (called Ambar by its inhabitants, as they speak high elfic), to the peak of the pacific civilisation of the Blues, threatened by the envy of the evil Fëasmal. This volume ends with a glossary of characters and places related to the asteroid Ambar.

Es cierto que mis caos se han convertido en una especie de ópera inconclusa, pero es que cuando uno no solamente se dedica a cazar inspiraciones resulta difícil por no decir imposible -tampoco es así- continuar algo con la misma … Sigue leyendo →

early music delivered with a voluptuous voice and intensely focused delivery

Music for films that have yet to be made

Contemporary anachronistic composer/musician

Contemporary anachronistic composer/musician

Firmo esta creación bajo el pseudónimo "Bleeding Ghost" para un nuevo proyecto musical llamado This Band Doesn't Exist. He utilizado Suno IA para crear la música, le he dado la instrucción de fusionar diversos géneros musicales (muchos de ellos ficticios, inventados por mí) para lograr una pieza realmente experimental, y he escrito la letra, en inglés, que debía ser "cantada". Géneros propuestos a la IA como parte de la instrucción: goth grunge, slow doom punk, radioactive surf, horrorcore, gore videogame, deathpop, dark tribal EBM, black trip hop, death metal female singer, fry scream, growl, false cord, necromantic drone, cryptic lamentation, dystopian industrial, macabre techno, cursed rock, tortured screams, infernal doom, seattle grunge, doomer hardcore, surf rock, post-punk, dark folk, dark road. Letra: Abrahel [Verse 1] Look at me, eyes of crimson, lips of black, A touch that ignites, a soul that cracks. A symphony of chaos, a noise of sin, You're gonna be mine, where do I begin? [Chorus] I'll lead you to the edge of pleasure and pain, In tremors of ecstasy, you'll scream my name. With every untrue promise, with every vile grin, You'll be mine, forever longing for my skin. [Verse 2] I'll wrap you in blackness, bind you in veins, As you tremble and quiver, feeling my flames. Your resistance futile, your will worn thin, You'll surrender completely, my tasty feast. [Chorus] I'll lead you to the edge of pleasure and pain, In tremors of ecstasy, you'll scream my name. With every untrue promise, with every vile grin, You'll be mine, forever longing for my skin. [Verse 3] In the depths of desire, where Lucifer cums I'll hold you captive, in my dire romance. So come to me, dear, let the ecstasy begin Surrender your soul, debts must be paid.

Primera entrega de la saga La Flota de los Soles. Libro I: Crónicas de la fragata cuántica Velázquez es una novela de ciencia ficción coral, poética y humanista, ambientada en un futuro donde la Federación Galáctica Hispánica explora el cosmos y enfrenta dilemas éticos, políticos y emocionales.

Synopsis In a city eternally shrouded in gloom, where neon lights fight against the shadow of ancestral cathedrals, vampire clans clash in a battle of political intrigue and forbidden desires. Among them emerges Lilith , a vampire whose song is so hypnotic that it can alter the course of destiny. Discovering an ancient relic that could upset the fragile balance between the clans, Lilith is caught between her loyalty to her vampiric family and a human love that threatens to destroy her.

Traducción al español del libreto de IL PASTOR FIDO (versión 1734), Ópera seria en tres actos, música de George Frideric Händel y texto de Giacomo Rossi.

Traducción al español del libreto de LÉLIO OU LE RETOUR À LA VIE, Monodrama lírico, música de Hector Berlioz y texto de Hector Berlioz.

Traducción al español del libreto de PRIMA LA MUSICA E POI LE PAROLE, Divertimento teatral en un acto, música de Antonio Salieri y texto de Giovanni Battista Casti.

Traducción al español del libreto de LES PÊCHEURS DE PERLES (versión de 1893), Ópera en tres actos, música de Georges Bizet y texto de Eugène Cormon & Michel Carré.

Traducción al español del libreto de LES PÊCHEURS DE PERLES (versión de 1863), Ópera en tres actos, música de Georges Bizet y texto de Eugène Cormon & Michel Carré.

Traducción al español del libreto de POLYEUCTE (versión de 1887 en 4 actos), Ópera en cuatro actos, música de Charles Gounod y texto de Jules Barbier & Michel Carré.

Traducción al español del libreto de LA REINE DE SABA (versión en 5 actos), Gran Ópera en cinco actos, música de Charles Gounod y texto de Jules Barbier & Michel Carré.

Traducción al español del libreto de LA REINE DE SABA (versión en 4 actos), Gran Ópera en cuatro actos, música de Charles Gounod y texto de Jules Barbier & Michel Carré.

Traducción al español del libreto de ORFEO ED EURIDICE (versión original de 1762), Acción teatral en tres actos, música de Christoph W. Gluck y texto de Raniero Calzabigi.

Hoy vamos a repasar un autor y saga icónica de la ciencia ficción, nada menos que Frank Herbert creador de Dune. Considerada una de las obras cumbre del género, Dune por estos días vuelve a ser noticia por su llegada a las pantallas de cine, en una nueva encarnación fílmica. Ajusten sus cinturones se avecina […]

Prologue It all started with silence, not the kind that comes after an explosion. Not the kind that happens in space – deaf, ringing. It was a different kind of silence. It grew from within. It absorbed sounds, memories, names. It cleansed reality like a flame cleanses a forest, leaving only emptiness. Oblivion did not manifest itself. It came not as an invasion, but as a loss. First the voices disappeared, then the faces, then entire worlds. Tera-5 was the first Elias Vale remembered as having disappeared. But memory is unreliable. Even the pain seemed to be eroding. Lyra, Emmy... Images were erased. Only fragments remained: someone else's laughter, snatches of smells, trembling in his fingers as he reached for a face he could no longer imagine. He worked in the archive of the Cradle, among dead data and forgotten times. He dug into the layers of reality like an archaeologist, trying to dig up not an artifact but an explanation. And one day he found her. Sphere.Cold. Black as emptiness itself. Unlabeled, outside the catalog. It did not belong to any known era. But as soon as Elias touched her, the silence spoke. "You don't remember what happened. And what's left." Whispers swept through his skull like a discharge. He couldn't tell if it was a voice, an impulse, or a dream. But he felt something awaken inside the sphere—and inside himself. The images poured out like an avalanche. A square of light. Ships soaring in the air like birds made of glass. Voice. Millions of votes. And then there was blood. And a scream. And a wave of darkness that didn't just consume, it choosing. Kira, the AI of the archive, said that Oblivion is entropy. Statistics. Decay.But Elias saw something else.He knew.It's not nature.It's mind.And he's searching.