YOUTUBE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Usz88r9vw8&list=OLAK5uy_l1nm5eRNfXnChokT5btW7vRWycFYGs5oY

SPOTIFY: open.spotify.com/intl-es/album/6ABUjq2BRLUpocD2AbrqCV

APPLE MUSIC: music.apple.com/us/album/mi-extra%C3%B1o-ritual/1716206415

This album is not special, or is it?

In the deepest corner of my mind, every note and letter is woven with a sense, a meaning that plunges into the depths, where authentic darkness resides. Speaking of death here is opening the door to true blackness, an inevitable journey toward the end of our existence. The years pass inexorably, bringing us closer to the inevitable farewell. Old age, illness, the forgetting of oneself and the dreams we long for, physical and mental scars, medication that provides brief relief followed by relentless illness, a repetitive dance until the last breath.

Oscillators, like the beats of life, stand as a perfect metaphor, perhaps not only for human existence but for the universe itself, with its constant flow between light and shadow, creation and dissolution.

And what I wonder is simply if this album is truly special, or if it's just my desire. I want to cling to the belief in its uniqueness, although the probability of the opposite being the norm looms. I leave in your hands the ability to confer that unique character, at least for you, who listens to it in some corner, immersing yourself in it.

Perhaps, in the end, this album is just a special reflection in my own internal gloom. Every note carries my blood, a trace of human vulnerability deciphered in each chord, weaving the landscape of an existence marked by fragility and inevitable death.

My infinite thanks to all of you who support me in one way or another, and especially to those who have taken the time to write me a few words, I deeply appreciate it.

From the grave. Fran H.

Akelarre