New EP Out Now

Hello,

I’ve released a new spoken-word, 11 tracks EP in Spanish. It’s titled “Diferencial: Tuvo un Día Triste” (Differential: He had a sad day). 

Diferencial: Tuvo un Día Triste

This EP is composed of poems that I wrote, based on love and heartbreak with the point of view of someone who has a mental health condition. 

It deals with topics of anxiety, lack of emotions, the silences that couples experience at times when there’s much to say.

It explains that sensation when someone you care about tries to diagnose you unintentionally, out of curiosity. 

The music itself is minimalistic. The main focus was on the vocals, which were difficult to record but forced me to be creative with the tools I had. 

Overall, I’m satisfied with this experiment. I’m visualizing more of this, but more guitar driven. 

This EP is also available on Apple Music, YouTube, Amazon, and on most streaming services. 

Muchas Gracias,

-Ernesto

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These past two months were intense. I’ve worked less on music and more at school and work. However, I’ve worked on an 11 song EP completely in Spanish. It’s going to be released on 12/14/2018 through Spotify and Apple Music. 

Each of the tracks are in a spoken-word style. The topics are about love, heartbreak, and mental health. I’m thinking of translating them in English, while trying to keep the main idea. That’s a different challenge of its own, however.

I’ve been listening to rap from Spain. It’s great and the topics are diverse. This has been my inspiration lately. I’m thinking on writing more again in Spanish. Focusing on more Poesía. 

School is almost over, and the winter break will be dedicated to the craft.

Currently reading:

  • Man’s Search For Meaning – by Viktor Frankl
    • This book is changing how I see things in life. I’m about to finish part 1, but the descriptions get so intense at times that I have to stop reading at night because I know I’ll be awake, full of emotions.
  • The Art of Taking Action: Lessons from Japanese Psychology – by Gregg Krech
    • For those curios about Morita Therapy, this book is a great start. I’m almost done with the book, and it has solid advice, and I’m applying some of it already. It offers lots of perspective.

Currently listening:

  • Almanauta – by Nach
    • Nach for me is one of the best rappers around. His lyrics tell stories, and this album has great collaborations. If you speak Spanish, highly recommended. 

  • Lofi hip hop beats – beats to study/relax/game to – by Chillhop Music 
    • This Spotify playlist has been my go to when I’m doing homework, writing, or research. I’m trying to emulate that style with my music. I’m working on it.

I’ll get to write more often during the break. Thank you for reading and for your comments. Also, this blog has reached its first 50 Followers! Thank you to all you who take the time to read, and to comment on the blog.

Lastly, I’ve added a Contact page, in case you would like to send me a message.

Sleepwalker (Going Towards You) – Lyrics

Sleepwalker

It was too late

Walking asleep

I was confused

Nothing happened

 

Since I was alone

just half awake

and unconscious

 

Sleepwalker

 

Going towards you

In this fictitious dream

to hold  and embrace your being

 

Sleepwalker

Living in a perfect world

to forget everything after

 

Sleepwalker

Waking up and seeing the disaster

Sleepwalker

Sleepwalker

 

Convinced myself that it was real

it seemed normal

and I get this thrill

And at the end I don’t remember

 

Anything

 

Convinced myself that it was real

it seemed normal,

and I get this thrill

and at the end I don’t remember

 

Anything, whatsoever

 

Going towards you

In this fictitious dream

to hold and embrace your being

 

Sleepwalker

Living in a perfect world

to forget everything after

 

Sleepwalker

Waking up and seeing the disaster

Sleepwalker

Sleepwalker

 

Convinced myself that it was real

it seemed normal

and I get this thrill

And at the end I don’t remember

Anything, whatsoever

 

Convinced myself that it was real

it seemed normal

and I get this thrill

And at the end I don’t remember

 

Anything, whatsoever


Sinister

To the right

Seeing the rivers pass by

To the left

Contemplating my path

Sinister thoughts are in the mind

Ideas that dive into the negative

To the dissonant

The problematic

Where I can see the mind

Sinister ideas that aren’t sublime

To the left I look

And I gaze into the self

I see that I turn

Into a sinister man

An Idea

An idea of you

Abstract

Sometimes, incomplete

I search for you, but I the end

I press “delete”

You’re a complicated riddle

Full of metaphors

And analogies

I wish for you and I

To become an anthology

I question myself too much

I ask for your whereabouts

I’m always filled with my doubts

But you’re what I need so much

When I can finally see you

All my questions

And prayers are answered

Fulfilled and complete

Now I can press “enter”

Instead of “delete”

Because when I’m next to you

I can be anything

I want to be your dream

Erasing the darkness

Would you share this idea with me?


 

Thank you for reading,

Ernesto

Mirrors (The Devil) – Lyrics

Mirrors

I just crossed the line
With graceful movements
I saw the evil in my eyes
In the mirror monuments

Fear screamed from the mirror
A fear I couldn’t believe
A fear so mysterious
A fear with no reason to be

Walking forward, with no direction
I immerse myself into dimensions
Looking for answers, asking the questions
Nobody is there

I have nobodies’ attention

The corner of the room
With white walls that turn black
That is the place where the fears start to bloom
Once they are in, there is no turning back

Blinded with blasts of paranoia
Penetrating my eyes
It gives me feels of euphoria
A feeling that I have to hide

Forcing the throat
To scream away the fears
Until the bleeding comes
Until the ears cannot resist

Terrorizing howls enter through my mind
Then they turn into images of horror
And through my eyes pass by
Black, gray, and red are the colors

That kill the soul inside

Everything started that morning
While staring at the mirror
I found another face

And it wasn’t me
It was the devil.


Please Dance With Me

Music is no the same without you

It truly isn’t

It feels meaningless

It feels empty

Please, listen to these songs

 

The ones I write about you

Where I tell you how much I miss you

With metaphors and symbols

Music is not enough when you aren’t here

 

When we share songs together

It’s as if I just discovered them again

The songs have meaning

And a purpose

 

I like to listen to your music

And I love when you listen to my songs

I love to hear your notes

Like melodies that set me free

 

Now, I beg you

If you could please dance with me.