Three piano atmospheric works I made in 2019, and gathered together around this poem I wrote during those days (which belongs to my book of poems "Sunwards"):
"Ghost immortal fragrance of Exile in bloom
That of moss-covered tombstones in gorgeous flame
For this Sarcophagus is hidden in the very center of the Sun
The very nucleus of Sun-shrine plasma burning -our star-
Point of highest temperature in this whole galaxy
Where all things imaginable are still just fire -within fire-
Till they become, blooming, in our red gold ecstasy
Till they fade again in dreary songs of Sun-Nostalgia"
-Álvaro Barcala-
"Ghost immortal fragrance of Exile in bloom
That of moss-covered tombstones in gorgeous flame
For this Sarcophagus is hidden in the very center of the Sun
The very nucleus of Sun-shrine plasma burning -our star-
Point of highest temperature in this whole galaxy
Where all things imaginable are still just fire -within fire-
Till they become, blooming, in our red gold ecstasy
Till they fade again in dreary songs of Sun-Nostalgia"
-Álvaro Barcala-
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