karlos icaro

        I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, it’s imposible to describe in words when you truly love what you do.

        I was cursed with poetry from a young age, my life has been full of memories yet a bit strange, like a canvas of faint smiles in between the lines, couldn’t stop the demons so I started to play a melody much louder I must’ve missed the ballroom dance ... 

        To the Abyss in just one note, it was A minor that dueled against the feeling, there was nothing else as if the world became a lot smaller or I was the one that grew with a different perspective.

        I grew up in a ghost desert, a city were dreams are eventually burn to ashes and people follow like lost souls on a one way street that never change.

        I found it odd at the time, it was the 19th hundreds, never really believed in such powerful sorcery, a little girl approach me somewhere in Denver while touring the US and hand me a drawing, there was a lions battle in my heart, I saw a hand and a tear falling from a dark sky then like a whisper she said “forgive the music, every lyric you’ve cried everything will make sense in time, you were meant to become something bigger than yourself” I admit it changing the colors of the sea has never been easy, trusting the venom on her chords it’s so much fun, we lost track of spirits and became a little messy, but in the myths of my despair I woke up feeling bright not afraid.

       Possessed by the rhythm of the world, haunted by infinite love, on my loudest tone I found the color of my voice, I must’ve missed the ballroom dance .... 

       I have to say that I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life.