Marcus Nalgaber

Mirror of Dreams

Green House

Roses or bananas or how desires do what they want Wishes scare me I am never ready it they come true they can be like an onion how many tears blinding my eyes when removing all its layers until I find what I wanted They can be like a joke that I don't understand 'cause it has been written in another language Wishes are alive they change reality to do it their way Wishes are alive they changing reality to do it their way so far of mine They can also be a broken pocket through with I fall on strange stairs leading up or down to the same door A window on the other side of a mirror where left is right and right is left

Mediterranean Jazz - The shadow that emanated light - Guitar improvisation by Marcus Nalgaber Regards,

Everything happens inside, slowly, without haste... do we realize it? I refuse sadness and I look for the door to the other side but pain is a key that everything hidden It opens Sadness made of acts that move in memories putting in my retina a myriad of pale colors with the taste of salt And despite my smile that becomes independent staying on my lips with the pride of madness everything happens inside slowly without haste Sadness made of acts that move in memories putting in my retina a myriad of pale colors with the taste of salt

Snow Bass with the Seven Guitar Synths - Chaotic Music Guaranteed Regards,

Blackbirds, curves and magpies, beyond their feathers, what do they represent? While I listen to the voice of the blackbird I look at your face wondering why why why it's impossible to change past I think of a thousand things no clear thought stands out from the crowd that stirs stirs stirs in my mind screaming words that cover each others everything could be so simple like the games of a child but you have made me grave of your dreams and mine we are dead and alive under layers of time turned into stones over our heads while I listen to the voice of the blackbird singing singing singing to the night to the stars that are still what they are inertia over inertia like our life

In the oblivion of my flesh Sometimes sometimes sometimes when I look back I realize that Time is an instant after another another another another It just happens and can shake your way like that foot that in the road kicks away a stone And so launched I'll fly into mirror shards in the space of my dreams my dreams Surrounded by that music that one sings to ward off fear fear Sometimes I don't know why I am still a draft May be I can't change what is born like this x2 May be may be may be I'll find the missing chip waiting for me one more time In the oblivion of my flesh Modify message

What guitar models work best for playing Smooth Jazz and Jazz Fusion? To be continued...

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The corners of Night Night of echoes that appear in the ears with distant insistence Night of steps looking for themselves between own mists Night plagued with streets that only exist where dreams happen Night naked of everything speak to me from your shadows if you see me pass because time stoped but I did not stop walking Night plagued with streets that only exist where dreams happen Night naked of everything speak to me from your shadows if you see me pass because time stoped but I did not stop walking

Smooth Jazz - Bungalow 208 Best Regards, Marcus

Like a moonless night I like the red I like lilac I like green and yellow but i'm dark like a moonless night like a moonless night I like blue I like ocher I like orange and gray but i'm dark like a moonless night like a moonless night I like to dive in the shadows Until I find that light that makes itself to iluminate certain senses of death and life there suspended in the void of my thinking void void void void you ask so much i love the dark it makes me look for light even a simple dot breaking the black void void void void you ask so much

Smooth Jazz - I was playing the guitar with a gentle breeze on my face Best Regards,

What can fit inside a suitcase? She opened the empty bottle of perfume to smell one more time the memory of love hidden there The suitcase was waiting on the bed for that bottle that always accompanied her her suitcase so full of voids and goodbyes Nothing was left in the closet the last sheet of the calendar living there was already fallen taking away with it those days so full of dark light and imposed sins There was no more sadness nor more excuses to hold on to for not be better It's over it's over it's over No more knocking on the door of deserts

Smooth Jazz / Nocturnal Love / Smooth Jazz Guitar Improvisation by Marcus Nalgaber + The Gibson L4 Best Regards,

Magic Glass - Fantasy Guitar Tales Best Regards, Marcus & Mora