THIS IS A LATIN ACOUSTIC POP-ROCK SONG THAT I WROTE A YEAR AGO ABOUT THE RESISTANCE TO BECOME A MERE CONSUMER AND A HATEFUL SOLDIER ON SOCIAL MEDIA. AN ALTERNATIVE TRANSLATION OF THE LYRICS INTO ENGLISH IS AS FOLLOWS: The extremist and the influencer The fake leader and the TV news They want to stir up trouble In every quiet corner of my mind So I’ll choose one side In so many wars that benefit others With a guitar Instead of a smartphone My biggest banner Is just a song And I run in a zigzag Like in a slalom Tired of seeing So many simpleton gurus If I’m going through a rough patch My inner struggle rages on Peace doesn’t come to me Through the glow of screens Nor can ChatGPT Comfort A troubled soul In the ranks of the masses Attacked daily By Instagram Reels If I want to find empathy I look for real people Let them call me as many times as they want But I won’t join their battles And I’ll play dumb So I don’t dance to that tune It’s not in my nature To raise a hundred flags And let them manipulate my voice In the struggle Against the tide I just want to be myself Al Pacino said it Playing the Devil And frankly, I agree with him That vanity, Among a thousand sins, Has always earned His favor If I succumb to flattery At least I say thank you Let them call me as many times as they want But I won’t join their battles And I’ll play dumb So I don’t dance to that tune It’s just not in my nature To raise a hundred flags And let them manipulate my voice In the struggle Against the tide I just want to be myself Let them call me as many times as they want But I won’t fall for their lies And I’ll play dumb So I don’t dance to that tune It’s not in my nature To raise a hundred flags And be just a consumer In the struggle Against the tide I want them to let me be myself more

IT IS A SONG FOR THOSE WHO FEEL EVERYTHING AROUND HAS CHANGED SINCE THE LOVED ONES HAVE GONE... AN ALTERNATIVE TRANSLATION OF THE LYRICS INTO ENGLISH WOULD BE: There’s a door lying on the ground crushing the garden’s only flower; there’s a seraph lost in the streets, waiting to be saved by your gaze. There’s a hidden clock whose hands move backward; there’s a letter that drags out its ending with three ellipses. Everything has changed its nature ever since I saw you leave. What wonders will impress me if there’s no room left in your suitcases for my odds and ends? Where can I find traces of your serenity to endure the world and its lack of miracles? Everything has changed its nature ever since I saw you leave There’s a square moon that refuses to rise on many nights there’s a cloud that’s starting to rot and drifts down to my window There’s an empty stadium that the rain refuses to wet there’s a breeze that returned to the sea to make my boredom worse Everything has changed its nature ever since I saw you leave What wonders will impress me if there’s no room left in your suitcases for my junk? Where can I find traces of your serenity to endure the world and its lack of miracles? Everything has changed its nature since I saw you leave Everything has changed its nature since I saw you leave more

“Toxic” is a playful, sarcastic take on being called toxic for speaking your mind, setting boundaries, and saying no. Instead of arguing about it, I turned it into a fun bilingual back-and-forth: “Toxic, ¿yo? Mira quién habló.more