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@808unexpected is a musician and 3D artist with a focus on the immersive experience. In each of his works, the spectator is absorbed by the audiovisual proposal. Almost like being suspended in a kind of meditation. In addition to being an incredible artist he is a friend, one of the first I met in this landscape and who has been very supportive with me. He is truly an unbelievable person. For this special song he said to me to do whatever I want, to put my mind in blank and create. And that it´s what I did, I wanted to explore some different kind of musical places. Here's what I brought back from that exploratory trip… 

Dibaxu // tw: @dibaxuP

*This is a collection of special and dedicated song for those collectors that get #1, #2, #3 and #4 for my “Annotations” collection. If you get it, let me know and I will do something special for you, this is a lifetime offer. 


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@discontentisimo is a friend of life, with a deep bond that unites us. He is a special person, with a unique sense of humor who can make a joke in difficult times. He has this beautiful and amazing project called “Augurio” (@augurio_augurio) and I invite you to check it out, it´s about imaging the future. For this special song he gave me a poem from Rubén Darío, “Sonatina”, and a musical interpretation of Jake Shimabukuro. This is my song for him…

Keys, Synth, Guitars & Bass: Dibaxu; Ukulele sample: Jake Shimabukuro

Dibaxu // tw: @dibaxuP

*This is a collection of special and dedicated song for those collectors that get #1, #2, #3 and #4 for my “Annotations” collection. If you get it, let me know and I will do something special for you, this is a lifetime offer. 


SONG FOR @discontentisimo

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Cifu (@ArchitectureNFT) is an artist with a focus on experimental architecture in the digital space. He is a “manija” of the crypto-world, and help me with so many data about this chaotic-beautiful world. He has an amazing collection called LIGHT, and it´s inspired by Kase.O´s theme, Becquer. He invited me to do the sound design in that collection. And for this special song he asked me to do something related with that, this is what I did. My re-interpretation about the poetic meaning of Kase.O beautiful song, and on the cover, I keep some powerful phrase from the original song that resonate with me plus a wink to the work of Cifu and the video of Kase.O. As always, I try to do something sincere, with love & dedication.

Dibaxu // tw: @dibaxuP

*This is a collection of special and dedicated song for those collectors that get #1, #2, #3 and #4 for my “Annotations” collection. If you get it, let me know and I will do something special for you, this is a lifetime offer.


SONG FOR @ArchitectureNFT

Paseo para no perderse uno mismo // A walk not to get lost

Los dedos se mueven como esos muñecos inflables de las estaciones de servicio, que levantan los brazos con un entusiasmo desconocido completamente para nosotres, con una sonrisa que me recuerda a la niña de la manteca Dánica -creepy-, y el muñeco se mueve con una mezcla de borracho pasado de merca con alguien que muestra su habilidad en el Mambo. Así se mueven los dedos de mi pie en la arena, buscando el sol. Y como toda su vida vivieron con la cara contra el suelo, encerrados en un cuarto oscuro y acinado aprovechan la brisa del verano para hacer lo imposible. Dar el rostro, encandecerse con esa luz. Otra cosa que me da vueltas mientras escribo, son pensamientos sueltos que acumulo como maníaco sobre mí. Es muy difícil saber con exactitud si este es el camino que elegí, o me perdí tanto que no lo percibo, y me desconozco. No es difícil perderse, lo difícil es perderse sin remordimientos. 

(Hay palabras que perdí no estoy Seguro cómo, pero me resulta imposible recordarlas por mucho que lo intente. Y me perturba. ¿Es que acaso olvidé hablar y escribir y ahora solo me queda un vocabulario diminuto como mis certezas? Voy a ver si me contratan en la estación de servicio para mover los brazos como desquiciado y sonreír a los conductores violentos.) 

The toes move like those inflatable dolls at the gas stations, which raise their arms with an enthusiasm completely unknown to us, with a smile that reminds me of the girl from the Dánica butter -creepy-, and the doll moves with a mixture of a drunken man on drugs with someone who shows his skill in the Mambo. That's how my toes move in the sand, looking for the sun. And since all their lives they have lived with their faces to the ground, locked in a dark and cozy room, they take advantage of the summer breeze to do the impossible. To show their faces, to glow in the light. Another thing that spins me around as I write, are loose thoughts that I accumulate like a maniac about myself. It is very difficult to know exactly if this is the path I chose, or I got so lost that I do not perceive it, and I do not know myself. It is not difficult to get lost, what is difficult is to get lost without regrets. 

Dibaxu // tw: @dibaxuP


A walk not to get lost

4/4 “Annotations” collection.

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Diciembre es un paquete de calor, de balanzas, crisis, deseos y la presión de las fiestas. Nadie espera algo de mí, aún así siento una presión propia de pertenecer, de asistir y sonreír, de responder preguntas sobre el futuro con una certeza que no tengo. Por suerte sigue enero y tengo tiempo para estudiar Chopin.

December is a package of heat, scales, crisis, desires and the pressure of the holidays. Nobody expects anything from me, yet I feel a pressure of my own to belong, to attend and smile, to answer questions about the future with a certainty I don't have. Luckily January is next and I have time to study Chopin.

Dibaxu // tw: @dibaxuP


3/4 “Annotations” collection.

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Doy vueltas páginas buscando un poema que tengo dando vueltas en mi cabeza. Y las palabras se amontonan en mi boca “es infinita esta riqueza abandonada” y una enumeración que se extiende bellamente y no recuerdo con precisión. Acá está “después del rostro hay otro rostro”. 

I turn pages looking for a poem that I have going around in my head. And the words pile up in my mouth " es infinita esta riqueza abandonada " and an enumeration that extends beautifully and I don't remember precisely. Here it is " después del rostro hay otro rostro".

Dibaxu // tw: @dibaxuP


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