Marcus Nalgaber

Delayed Voyageur Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

¿Do you want to meet Todd the Ghost...?

¿Do you want to meet Todd the Ghost...? When I was a child I used to talk to a ghost whenI played alone in my room with my drawing books He was dressed in a white sheet had sad face and sad eyes and appeared preceeded by a sudden cold that made me put on a coat His name was Todd I asked him many things about Heaven and Hell and where does our soul go I left Hell in earth and Heaven in my dreams he told me but there are important things that you have to discover 21 grams is the weight of the brightness of our eyes that disappears when we die our soul splits in two one is the sou of mind the other the soul of light both in different limbos to become flesh and bones they need to meet again through the tunnel of the chance God hands out some numbers among the waiting souls so that they can go out to find their other half through the tunnel of chance there time does not exist there is only the wait One day Todd no longer came I thought he has been reborn

Marcus Nalgaber - Mediterranean Night - Fusion Music - 2022 Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Marcus Nalgaber - Deserted Passages - Fusion Music - 2022 Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Rocking Guitar Music - Starting to cross the bridge of my reality Regards, Marcus Nalgaber

Native Instruments Maschine Mk3 - Sound Test - Sound Review - Sound Analytic Comparison - No Talking https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6HQdw7bwBSTERDRpHttKj6ahsVd8y8VW

Akai Professional MPC One - Sound Test - Sound Review - Sound Analytic Comparison - No Talking https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6HQdw7bwBSS2cWS_wFuinviohVPvgRFF Regards, Marcus

Akai Professional MPC Live II - Sound Test - Sound Review - Sound Analytic Comparison - No Talking https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6HQdw7bwBST3jRlO7JSDD80d0DTQyMjx Regards, Marcus

Mud and blood Like that gentle rain that penetrates the earth slowly without hurting it that's how they were those words that I do not remember in this today in which it has rained mud Everything is covered by the color of the broken brick t urned to dust like dust is what it keeps a suitcase forgotten at the station and that no one claims Rain dust and words strange trinity that makes me look in drawers something that soothes my soul while the war becomes landscape behind the windows Mud and blood underwater

Thousand Realities Mirror Regards, Marcus

Spring Moon - Jazz Fusion - Jam Guitar Improvisation Regards, Marcus

Tick Tock A woman’s laughter in the street Night moves slowly in the hall casting shadows on the walls while I look at you sitting on the couch prisoner of my storms smoothing wrinkles that don't exist in my pants as if it was something important at the time Something deep in my throat prevents me from speaking although I really don't know what to talk about It's cold in my hands it's cold in your eyes it's cold in this room now empty of warmth I look out the window at the house in front as you gaze at your phone two different scenes in which we can get lost surrounded by the silence through which it clicks the clock tick tock tick tock tick tock Seconds that make minutes minutes expanding time nothing more than this A woman's laughter In the street pulls me out of my abstraction and now my attention goes moving on with her footsteps with the rhythm of the tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock Regards, Mora and Marcus

Spanish Poetry - A beautiful voice of woman accompanied by Spanish classic guitars Regards, Mora and Marcus

Woman's Secrets - Acoustic music scenes recorded only with the Neumann U87 All poems and voices by Mora Amaro La Loba All music and guitars by Marcus Nalgaber 00:00 La lluvia caía despacio 03:57 Cuando me preguntas 07:02 Cómo se aburre la tarde 09:59 La lágrima 11:41 El bosque 15:07 El silencio 17:04 Aquel árbol 19:51 Metidita en mis zapatos 20:52 Palomita mía 23:11 Hacía frío 25:47 Amigo 27:38 Acércate 29:48 Tras los cristales 31:34 Una vez te vi llorar 33:28 La vida a mi alrededor 35:06 Por qué tu no me besas amor...? 37:38 Pequeña Margarita 38:19 Quisiera cumplir la promesa 40:30 El tiempo que pasa 42:37 Yo no sé 44:12 Al hablar del mar 47:07 La risa

Behind the Window Poem and Voice: Mora Amaro La Loba Music and Guitars: Marcus Nalgaber Behind the window the trees sway calmly like seaweeds under sleeping waters and the greenness going to and fro calms me down and gives me hope. Their coloured leaves fan the air slowly and their sound silences the mixed noises that the overwhelmed city certainly sends forth. The large and simple room gives me shelter protecting with its serene whiteness the repose of my ill body and t time that goes by peeks through the branches spying on all the fear that my gaze has. Regards, Marcus

Poetry and Guitar Aquel Árbol Regards, Marcus

Guitar Ballad - I dreamed that the sky was full of white doves - Marcus Nalgaber playing Ibanez GB10 Regards, Marcus

I am puzzled, puzzled, puzzled I am puzzled puzzled puzzled cooking a tender chicken with my dove on my hat in my so white kitchen while the news talk about the war as if it were a football match I am puzzled puzzled puzzled I understand everything from so much understanding my mind and my heart clash despite knowing that nothing will avoid the inevitable I am one of those who think that if everything exists everything must happen I am puzzled puzzled puzzled as space expands looking for its meaning x2 I am puzzled puzzled puzzled everything goes further taking me behind like a shadow searching the foot that ties her to existence in tisgame that has no sense the bad and the good are swimming between my blood and my thoughts while all fhe formulas happen here and there and eveywhere as space expands looking for its meaning

Lydian Cabaret - Cool Jazz Guitar Improvisation on Lydian b7 Scale with Gibson ES-335 Custom Shop Regards, Marcus

The Adventures of Mr. Dubonier - Vintage Guitar Music by Marcus Nalgaber Regards, Marcus

Ibanez AF95FM-AYS - Future Music - I carry you inside my soul - Music and Guitar by Marcus Nalgaber Regards, Marcus

The clock rings and she jumps out of the bed the clock rings she jumps out of bed she washed she combs she drinks the coffee paints her lips **** on the gloves puts on the coat and runs down the stairs and goes out on the street She turn the corner cross the sidewalk and looks for his face among the people accompanying in the bus stop maybe he won't come today maybe he can't today but there he is that man with sad eyes and kisses for give on his mouth The bus arrives and they both sit one behind the other without knowing that both long for each other in that route that unites and disunites them half an hour

Magic Techno - Elektron Digitakt - Elektron Digitone - Roland TR-8s - Korg PA600 - Marcus Nalgaber Regards, Marcus