I will take you in my arms
over the deep waters
when your body fades.
I will collect your soul
from between my broken hands
and your touch will not spill.
I will sew my fingers
until they are boats
to carry the weight of your fragrance
intact,
without detaching anything
to the other shore
to that other side.

I will carry you on my back
over my precise dream
until you finally fall asleep.
I won’t close my eyes
although the night comes
with her absolute fear
and the clocks ring
immensely deaf.

I will not allow this mute silence,
be silent,
let your heartbeat die
before telling me how much
of now is mine.

Because this silence now
this silence is mine
and it’s calling out
that at the gates of heaven.
I won’t close my eyes
I will not return sand.
This place that is mine
the wind will not carry it away.
This is my place of surveillance.
Here they will not erase a single feature,
they won’t remove a single tear.

I will carry you on my wings,
on my white horse,
even if I don’t have the strength.
Although my wings are
only arms,
I will take flight from my fragile base
until you are safe.
And until you fall asleep I won’t close my eyes,

I’ll hold you in my arms.

Montse Lopez Muley Abdhalha
(MUSSIA)

Translator’s note: original poem written in Spanish. Translated with the sole purpose of conveying its general meaning.

An elegy is a poetic composition in which the mourning for the loss of a loved one is expressed. In this theme by Mussia, grief is illustrated with the will to keep everything that may remain after the loss: the memory of its fragrance, the touch and so on. Protect memories as the only hope of immortality. At the same time, the song tells us of being next to the dying person, of accompanying them in the transfer.

      Looking for a picture, Maria Simon and I agreed that a hug might have enough potential to represent both ideas: protection and love. I didn’t really know how to make the image. Already fed up and dazed, I took the camera and went out walking around the city without a fixed destination. In the cemetery I found an eternal hug made of marble. Sometimes, fate leads to the solution of your problems. It was curious how fate direct me to the cemetery where death is present as is the subject of the song I was trying to illustrate.

                        This theme is different from the others on a musical level. Not only can we hear voice and guitar, as in all the others songs; we can also enjoy bass, drums and electric guitar. For this reason, it will be a song that you will not be able to hear in Mussia’s live performances, as it sounds on the album. I encourage you to listen to the recording with headphones.

                                                                                                         Jordi Roca Zanuy