Nº0

For a second, our time is no longer ours
Unintentionally, they steal it from us while they traffic our attention
We are unconscious spectators of a constant distraction

How many things do you have in your hands right now?
How many are shining around you begging for your gaze?
How many others are you thinking about?
And how many are important enough to keep us from being here and now, you and me?
Maybe you can't, but if I ask you
Can you hear me?

Hear me here and now, that's where we really are
But we live as if the present didn't belong to us
As if it had been snatched away by a barrage of stimuli, empty illusions
By products we consume, but that actually consume us
Maybe you can't, but if I ask you
Can you hear me?

Let's go back to the present
Everything around us is content consumption, but do we choose it?
We have so much that we hear, but we don't listen
And only when we truly listen can something change within us
Music is nostalgia, uprooting, emptiness, emotions made of other emotions
The complexity of growing while we listen to songs

We might be in that place, in that moment where without realizing it
Something is changing inside us
An apple takes about 150 days to ripen and fall from the tree
Sweet and ready to take root
150 days and a moment to hit the ground
Now imagine you're the apple falling, free, in the air
And imagine that this moment, this music, this album, is this instant
Do you hear me?