Onacarom Music - Music Video Art

Walking down the roads of fear



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Marcus Nalgaber

Smoke - Only two glasses and Life..



I look at your window
from mine

only two glasses
and life
separate us

and that simple distance
stirs in that air
that we can't breath together

together together

I smoke
my cigarette
slowly
as if it were your kisses
giving light
to what is buried
alive

and I sigh shrouded in smoke
filling my room
with sadness and something else

smoke smoke smoke
that drowns me
that blinds me
putting paper tears
on my face

only two glasses
and life
separate us

The windows of the mind



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Marcus Nalgaber

When less is more - Intimate Jazz Fusion Passage



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Marcus Nalgaber

Night Crossroads - Hot Funky - Hot Neo Soul - 52 minutes of Deep Funky Guitar Solos



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Marcus Nalgaber

The Gipsy Woman

Gallo que no canta, algo tiene en la garganta



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Marcus Nalgaber

Marcus Nalgaber - Spanish Guitar Music Collection



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One Night in Jakarta - Latin Guitar Fusion



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Marcus Nalgaber

Esa irresistible adicción



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Marcus Nalgaber

A very special way



I would like t
to look at you
as if it were not me
as if it were not me

See you from far
with thast distance
that it gives the strange

that fog
that takes away
what there was
and puts
what there was not

I would like
to look at you
from innocence
innocence

but I can`t erase
what I was
and what I am

How to retrace
a forgotten path

How to change my gaze
how to change my gaze

Classical Guitar in the Nature - Meditation and Relaxation Music Collection

Marcus Nalgaber/Road Music/Strolling around Seattle/Smooth Jazz/Gibson L4/Boss SY-1000/Boss GT-1000/



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Marcus Nalgaber

Delirium - Among the waves of Time



I look at today
with the light of yesterday
in my eyes

gas light that numbs my soul
and makes me float
in this sea
that everything it swallows

I am a landscape
that lives between the air
and the water
separated by the glass of a bottle

that comes and goes
among the waves of time

trying not to crash
against the rocks
of what could not be

I am my delirium
and my blindness
and my words
I am everything that crystal
protects and captures

I am my lost universe