Balcony Grown. Then Roasted >:{[

Springtime & pure beauty, this april past.

Con mis amigos Walter Morciglio y Jose Jorge Medina en Music Dorks; grabando canción post-album ^__^

Twirls

Actor: Hey kid, I need you to lock this door for real

PA: I'm ... I'm just a PA, uh

Actor: Just do it

*Action!*

Actor: [takes out real tools]

Actor: [intense]

*Cut!*

Director: wtf, Brian?

Actor: look, I need to do this

Director: it's already open, Brifus, just do the little lock-picking twitches with the props and open the fucking door like the pro you're supposed to be portra-

Actor: One. MORE.

Director:

Director:

*Action!!*

Actor: [sweat beads]

Actor:

*Cuuut!!*

Director: ffs you're making my tonsils explode, Brian. We're already behind schedule.

Actor: just one more, Bill. I've been watching you tubes, I got this... i wanna.. this year I mean, my acting going upnexeveljustonemore

Director: No, fuck you. Frederick, open the goddam prop doorlock from the inside, let's get this scene and move on.

Actor: no no i can

*Action!!*

Actor: [looks to camera, grabs handle opens door and sets lock for real, closes it]

Actor: [get's back into character, crouching, knee to floor. Desperation. Sweat beads. Concentration.]

Actor:

Director: [roundhouse kicking chair]

Director: [about to yell cut]

*click*

*door is lock-picked open*

Director:

Director: [barely audible] Cut!!

Director: [deep breathing] [crushing script page into a ball] [walks to office]

Everyone: umm

Actor: [turns on his fully functional in-ear walkie talkie spy prop] don't know what you're mad about, Bill. We got a helluva scene; I'm telling ya, this is the year, it's all abou-

Director: don't know what I'm mad about? Hell of a sceeene?!

[loud bangs, lamp trashing heard room next door]

Director: hell of a scene, Brifuck? It's useless!! Uussseeeelleeesssssss aaaaahh

Actor: useless? Whatdoya mean useless?! I gave you gold, sweetchums. The real deal! I fucking lock-picked that door for you. It's not even that difficult, there's this youtube ch-

Director: [high pitch laughter breaking up] you framed all surprised, moran! When it opens we see you almost smile and jump and get relief! Your asinine character is supposed to be super tense and has done this almost every episode.

Actor: ... Well, edit the surprise out. Why are you acting like a big baby? I'll give you some more of the smooth entry if that's what you need...

Director: [walking back on set] oh so you're telling me how to shoot this now

Actor: YOU are telling me how to act this out all Fakey and Lame, this-

Director: THAT's MY JOB! [bane breaks the back of a lighting stand, throws the two pieces every which way] aaaaaa

Actor: And mine is to act out the best way possible for this scene, dog gone it.

Producer: [walking in, raises ray bans to look around] oh for Tiffany's sake, light that fireplace and queue the soft funk. Get to the scenes that pay the billssss

[finger twirls]

"Hora de dormir", one of my fav songs from my new Album Mercurial I&II

Available from iTunes, Amazon, Rhapsody, Spotify and many more.

Enjoy D0's adventure ("DeeZero") 

:)

Señorío

El callejón le pertenece al gato

La barca le perteneca a aquel rincón de la costa

El finche le pertenece a aquel árbol

y yo: ¿a quién pertenezco?

yo pertenezco al aire de otro lugar.

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El sombrero le pertenece a aquel viejo

El banco le pertenecea aquella parte del parque

El libro de colorear a aquel salón

y yo: ¿a quién o qué pertenezco?

yo pertenezco al aire de un lugar, lejos.

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El cuchillo le pertenece a aquel cocinero

La mañana le pertenece a aquel café

El patio le pertenece a aquella carreta

y yo ¿a quién o qué pertenezco, yo?

yo pertenezco al aire de un otro lugar, lejos.

Possible Tracklist. This part is exciting :). #tentative #mockup

Portrait / Retrato CM2 / 2007 Noel X

I have this capacity to grow boundless beauty; Still I keep busy watching me destroy myself.

Hora de Dormir

Mercurial 2012 (pre-pro)

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[preview cut: unmastered, rough-mix, lo-fi]

[corto simple: sin masterizar, merzcla primitiva, baja fidelidad]

Intersticio

Te busqué en el aeropuerto porque a ti te gustaba el ruido. te busqué en la avenida te busqué en la televisión te busqué porque a ti te gustaba encontrarte entre la gente, y el ruido. Nuestro rüido en el aeropuerto porque así se quedaba el bus. nuestro rüido en la ida nuestro rüido en la loción nuestro rüido porque a mi me gustaba perderte entre la menté y el bus. Te busqué en los nidos. nuestro ruido no se movió, no. Te busqué en el salvavidas bajo el asiento. te busqué entre la guitarra que empaqué. te busqué en el espejo de bajo del acento porque a ti te gustaba la gente no se movió, no. no se movió (el del espejo y el rüido). Te busqué antes que te perdieras entre mis expresos y entre mis autopistas y entre mis paredes y en mis guaridas. emigré para buscarte

otro capital ido

nuestro intersticio

era menos convulso.