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From: Paraguay
Registered: Sep 2014

posted March 12, 2017 02:50 PM            

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I知 not a musician for the people, I barely sing for myself. I知 not an underground hero, I知 a misfit with a dream. I知 not the kindest man, I知 a beast well controlled. I知 not your lover, I知 your brother that lights up your night. I知 not your best friend, I listen enough to make you comfortable. I知 not a prodigy, I worked enough to lead my band. I知 not a humanitarian, I知 too selfish and mistrustful to help mankind. I知 not a saint, I have done the right amount of sins. I知 not a wild child, I知 a well trained actor. I知 not dedicated, I知 the laziest of the artists in this town. I知 not latino, I知 a faux northern man. I知 not a literary person, I read the right amount of things to keep me on the earth. I知 not humble, my ego is bigger than Uranus, I知 not a rocker, not a folkie nor a bluesman, I知 all of it in one song. I知 not Bob Dylan, or Neil Young, nor Rory Gallagher or Leonard Cohen, nor Kurt Cobain nor Steve Harris, I知 Luisfer, and this record is for the ones like me, loners disguised as social butterflies, the ones dragged to the bottom that rose up again to the light, the dreamers that haven稚 forgotten their holy mandate, the ones working on an invention of the mightiest kind, be it a plastic toy or the next law of gravity. For the ballerinas that fly on the ropes of joy. For the lawyers that are not crooked. For the doctors that still heal with the heart. For the depressed poets that somehow can hug you with warmness. For the blues reporters that are guardians of the tradition born in the delta. For the ones dreaming of the beaches of Cuba. For the mud bloods that are purer than diamonds. For the fire jugglers that live through the fire of desolation. For the citizens that woke up from the post(mortem)modernist dream. For the immigrants that do more for the land than the partisans. For the unknown artists that sell their magic for free. For the good Samaritans that lend a hand for the sake of the art. For the bartenders that let us get drunk and sing for the people, through blackouts and empty stages. For the mothers who are fathers, aunts, teachers and students of feminism, for the heroes of the juke joints in the liberty square. For the ones that kept with the child as he got younger. For the angry men who are gentler than a classical waltz. For the moonshiners that make the night a landscape of chaos. For the family that is united by strings of blood, friendship or poetry. For the true love that you hate with all your heart. For Latin America, For USA, for Europe and for Palestine. For the mother earth, for the Great Spirit. For them, for us, for you, for me.

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posted March 13, 2017 01:50 PM            

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For the doctors that still heal with the heart.

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posted March 16, 2017 08:22 PM            

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And for me

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