Nov 23, 2023
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Reina, si quieres irte mirame al cara y dime lo que tu ser trama
¿Por qué no me quieres ver?
Ahora dicen que no me amabas
Soy eso que tú adorabas o al menos en el ayer...
C.R.O. 🦇
Presentación oficial de su nuevo álbum Mal de la Cabeza
C.R.O. presento su tan esperado disco de Rock “Mal de la Cabeza” para la prensa y personalidades de ambos géneros. Uniendo a través Rock un momento único, como solo la música lo puede lograr.
El evento dio inicio con DJ. UOPANACHI, quien hizo vibrar a los presentes con toda su magia, dejando el escenario caliente y listo para se encienda todo con la llegada de la banda.
Tocaron en la banda de C.R.O. : Francisco Cañardo en guitarra, Ignacio De Tommaso en bajo, Nico Taranto en batería y Joaquín Vázquez en guitarra.
Fotos de Zina Stepanczuk www.instagram.com/zina.jpg
I’m gonna post something I wrote abt today that I was gonna use in a Glass Spitter track but never got around to recording. I wanted to at least do something constructive today to maybe take some of the pressure off of my brain or idk whatever here:
tw: rape mention
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I still remember it
February 16th seems to be etched into my brain
Like a tattoo
Or the marks he left on me
Or the feeling of helplessness
It's like walking through a dream
Nothing seems fully real
Nor like it's there
Everything see-through, translucent
Colors vaguely muted, washed out
A misty fog covering everything
Just lightly enough to engulf the world
My eyes seem to focus only on that number
And no matter how much I claw and dig into them
Rendering them bloody pulps
I still can't get rid of it
Like a ringing in my ears
Just high and loud enough to sting
But not enough to damage
What's it like?
To have that day just be another year for you?
What's it like to be able to blow out those candles
And wish for something trivial
And then think nothing of it tomorrow?
To receive gifts
Tearing off the wrapping paper
Tossing them to the side
And forgetting them within a few weeks?
What's it like to have everyone gather around you
And sing off-key praises of you?
And not feel like you're absolutely drowning
As they bellow it out
What's it like to celebrate?
What's it like to view this as just another year gone by?
What's it like not thinking of this as a day
Someone was borne upon this mortal coil
Solely to destroy you 10-fold?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it fucking like?
Fingerprints
Unique to everyone
They leave marks with every touch
Unseen by the naked eye
But felt so strongly
A simple touch can leave
Such a lasting impression
The gentle grasp of a hand
Fingers brushing against their cheek
As they pull someone in for a kiss
A firm grip of a shoulder
To let them know they are there for you
But they can be deadly
A fiery grip around a throat
A hand brutally striking a face
Claw marks etched deep into skin
Leaving bruises
Scars that can never be healed
That can never be covered up
That will always serve as a reminder
The fingerprints may not show
May fade and wash away with time
But the impact of their touch
Still remains
— Fingerprints; c.r.o.
To be as free as a bird
As it takes flight into the air
Graceful, elegant
No care in the world
No sense of direction
No obligations
Just effortlessly gliding
Miles and miles above civilization
A tiny M shape in the vast blue
A rhythmic up and down of its wings
Oh, how I wish I could be
Free; like a bird
— Birds of Flight; c.r.o.
C.R.O brilló con luz propia y coronó su gran noche en el Movistar Arena
“Esto no es música, es dr*ga”. Una frase que puede sonar un tanto peligrosa pero refleja a la perfección lo que representa C.R.O, su M.D.B. Crew, o mismo Bardero$ en la industria: es lo más adictivo que podrás escuchar. Y así lo represento en su noche histórica en el Movistar Arena, marcando el final de “Malos Cantores World Tour“. La presencia en el escenario del nacido en Chos Malal, un…
It’s amazing
To have your life become so wrapped up in a single person
Only to realize they’re nothing but a complete stranger
And you’re only left with memories
Memories that still linger like the scent of cigarettes
Long after they’ve burnt out and been discarded
You still have all these little bits of knowledge;
Their favorite color
What they’re passionate about
How they like their eggs
What they like on their pizza
Sounds that make them feel fuzzy inside
You still have all those little things about them you fell in love with;
The way they hum when they’re focused
How they wiggle their fingers just to have something to do with their hands
The pet names they had for you
The way they incessantly bite their cheek when they’re upset
You still remember things they enjoyed, the things that reminded you of them
They keep popping up everywhere you go
Haunting you
Constant reminders that they’re no one to you anymore
That they’ve cut you out of your life and moved on
And you wonder if they think of you
You wonder if they see the bear you got them for their birthday
And think of the times you shared with them
You wonder if they hear the song you first kissed to and think of that memory
Does it haunt them?
Does it kill them inside
Does it make them angry?
Do they still love you?
Do they still love you?
Do they still love you?
Do you still love them?
Are you still in love with them?
Are you still in love with a stranger?
— untitled; c.r.o.
