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B O S A !!
by Psirius 2019 - 2020

"This is not a song"

Created in OpenMPT 1.28.xx.00 (Sinc)
Samples: bc, draugen, beyond, nightbeat, acrossmiles, evelred, MusicRadar (Freesound), psirius

NOTE: Several stages have this work because I had some complexity with background noises that carry some 
samples and that I could improve them over time and reduce them due to the mixtures between them. 
I advise not to listen too loudly, I think that within what is supposed to be normal, much better. 
I really feel not knowing how to fix this type of problems with better fluency, but these are the sounds 
that I have found best (especially in voices), for this work. I hope to get airy if at least you like it.

ADDITIONAL TEXTS: I share some texts by several friends, who especially move because of the 
problems migrants suffer due to the "no reason" and "madness" of humans. I wish it is well translated.

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"Bosa" is a synonym for "victory", and is the cry used when a migrant manages to pass the border land of 
the country they aspire to reach. This song is about the trip they have to take due to the lack of understanding 
of others ... fatigue, illness, torture, death and other consequences, it is the high price they must pay and 
without them knowing, they will continue paying those who They have succeeded. Social injustice makes 
us more lonely in our lives, seizing our thoughts, our beliefs, leading us to an inner chaos that many do 
not know they have. This is my small contribution accompanied by a couple of tears watching the images 
to be able to extract the real voices of one of those moments where the fences of Melilla are stained with 
blood so that a few get it. Real stories that the governments of the countries hide and do not want us to know, 
so as not to feel shame.  (@psirius)


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LAMENTS

Broken dreams dyed with transparent tears,
his eyes become regrets
filling their hopes with an enveloping color ...
The green becomes sky gray
and from the flowered spring a cold winter is created.

Terror in the face of uncertainty,
who observes them and to fear,
It frightens them more, this insecurity, than death itself.

Death to the people.s indifference 
that, on the other side of the shore,
they will be shown, many of them, indolent.

Regrets ... dull pains in your bones,
rooted horror, in his forehead, pierces his mind,
before an inhuman journey
which, many times, will end up being counterproductive.
And yet, his decision was very brave.

Apple devoured by the snake,
when paradise is sought
but it just drifts away...
Alone, they will stay to their fate.    (vidda@rrobada)

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Bosa, Bosa (Victoria, Victoria)
Africa your sons and daughters flee from you and shout when you walk Bosa, Bosa ... 
The tragedies of kickboats are not lived; They suffer even in the soul.
The puddle must be crossed
Storms, waves, sea currents, burns, dehydration, shock, fatigue and death.
They continue and continue to flee from hunger, war, torture, drought ... 
only soul is the engine that pushes, to get a better life, what do they find? 
That the promised paradise is not such a paradise. 
The food, roof, sanitation, clothing, water, electricity, heating, "the papers" are not universal, 
but of the capital that embarks you again on a journey of illegality ...   (@demio)

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What do I do if I am in your situation?   (@MaRey)

1. by Psirius