@marless6: No había probado Suno AI, me sorprende muchísimo a pesar de los avances rápidos e inigualables de la IA,coincido además totalmente!( y también en que sin coffe no hay life) ,good post!
Sátiras Constructivas, Álbum completo by @ertytux on 3Speak
Sátiras Constructivas nace de letras de mi libreta de apuntes y del descubrimiento de nuevas tecnologías como Suno.com para darle vida. Diez crónicas musicales que retratan la Cuba de hoy: la infla...
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Today, today of Cobra, that's day of cobrough, that's the telephone me says that I have money, the telephone miente. I get a little. I get to the tienta. The Dependiente me, with a car of, you know, and me says, Effective, Dollar, Selly, or Bitcoin, Socio, transference in Coup, that here no exists. You live in Cuba or in a movie, Trite, and I with my number, Saldo Invisible, Riquezaa that staya, all the world accepta, to the map for treque, but my bank digital no serve in this block. That's ironic, my erronea, my brother, that irony, to have the I go to the call of the mil demonio, I need a car, a bicycle, a taxi, a testimony. The chauffeur me says, mountate, hermano, has effective, you're left a lexano, I'm, I'm and me respond with a mueca that even a menacea, camine three kilometers, thinking in the Ea digital, where all is modern, but nothing is real, and I with my number... I mean, I go to house, without aliento, without orgoy, without nothing, de-repent, so, it's all the light, it's all the water, it's go to the water, the connection, it's to go to the dignity, that's that still, that me cobring for respirae, seigneur, Tomorrow will another day. Another day, better. 100 pesos in the carterer, that are 100 pesos, depends. Depend, depends on the reloch and the man that the meses. with chispa of linfa, for the tars, for the tars, peccle pegged in the that's that's So, it's stira and he's gone. I've got. I've been a friend that no has guawanko, but they vendend of all in the almasen of the sun, and they offered a lot of culleros, Tamaio family. I need to rice, or yo, a simple bistec, and in my mochilla So, it's stira and he's gone. Tomorrow, I'll go with my $100 pesos, to be in what they're conviltier when I get the corner, maybe in a caramel, maybe in a record, or maybe in a cullero. And I, si no, kids, Cuba, my friend. There is something in me that I can't eviter. I see a group of persons, and something, and I'm impugua. I don't know what they're, not what they're doing, but I always go. Camin'Inava, tranquill, with the Disculpe, who is the ultimate? And he me respond, I, but no, I know what, and I, no, I'm put behind you, I'm behind you. It's a refrejo, an instinct, a vocation, a doing colas to dole-ta-pah-da-dorme. The Anciansansans doorme of the bank, colchon-de -carton, Sue de-Efective, Saccas, $1,000, they're think that's a bank, and in the tienta, that's a time, that's a car, but at least, they're the right to dole, the that's in the cemetery, there's fila for the endearro. The dead, he's, he's turn, the vivo, also. And I'm I'm I'm Detra's of who are the alante, no comprehend that this is herencia, is culture, is identity. If I'm just about the charla with Doña Carida, we're talking about the price of the liberty, but it was the pan at 100 pesos, the barra, and the tomorrow, in fin, if, if tomorrow me be in a field, no, don't me question what, do you know, no, I know, so I know, only I'm just that I'm Cuban, and I'm, and I'm always, I'm the ultimate. Cubavo no I've got go farta, agarce another thing, not for miracle, for necessity, if no, there's no, for a miracle, for necessity, if no, there medicine, and manzanilla. And if no, there's bavalao, there is Bitcoin. Ojas of mango, that so quix the So, so I went to the patio, I ranke a matico, and I made a tecito, that there was a sacrifice in the Pharmacia The health in Cuba is pure improvisation total. My becina has a father with cancer, a senior major. The medicament comes from the north, but no that's the leg The health in Cuba is pure improvisation total. Medicos, there's more than medicines, that's, that's If I'm The 7th of the night, the light, another. How many? How can? I've, I've, I've got, but no important, but no important, there's that there in the vellas, there's the faith, and there the humor, that that that's no-apagued nobody. Cree that a oscura, me compra, that a obscura's me undo. Diceke that's that for the democracy, that's a beautiful name, to leave me, without light, and gas, sin, in trai-door, but no knows that here is without light, there's a cold. No, we're Lusiernaga, but we're to be to be in the that's not can't of soar, two hours of light, three of clarity, and 22 of obscurity, but Fess is or no. Maynana installs another panel in the polyclinical. Passed morning, one in my azotea. Some day, I'll turner the air, and me congelere of the a legria. That day, Santa Guiteras, you apagher the bell. And, I'll play a solar, but for now... Someone has a fosphor? Thanks, Herman. Good nightes. Today, I cameen by my barrio, the same is where I nace, where me creed, where I see every grieta of the cera. And, and, and, without, something was different, something in the air, or in me. Passed by the Tienda, that that that's that that Idios limpios, air-aconditioned, all so it illuminate. I'm asom to the vitrina, I see a hamon, that's a maraville. But in the door, a cartelito, me freena the bandilla. Just divises internationales, and I see with letter elegant, and I'm kept out out like a perro callehyante. In my own quadra, in my propia, in my own cera, I'm a tourist-in-visa in my own frontier. Miro to the tourists with their maps and his guias, comprasing, recuards that I never would. A man of the Havana, a bottle of ron, and I, without able to buy, no puttough pan of mold in the rink-on. The children me question, if I'm from here, and I say, yes, chico, but I don't me recognize. The same sun, the same car, the same mar-asul, but I am a strange in my own atoll. countries in one, me said one one with air-aconditioned, another with sun, one who pays in euros, another that pays with faith, and I'm in the middle, and I in the middle, without passport, without knowing who is Pien, but this is my house, or era. A Maynana, I will go to come to my barrio, a lo-mejor the cartelito, ya no is ta. A lo mejor, I can buy that cheese, or, at the more, I'm going to be a tourist, for the advantage of that I don't need map, because this barrio me lo see, of memory, although he, yeah no me recalls to me. Cuba, my Guarded my future in a bolzillo without fronteras, Lejos of the paper that's desase with the sun, and no, no, no, poetry, it's mathematics, is to learn that the map is more than the The PAN's up every day My salary no encounter the escalera The dollar, the dollar, corred marathones, the peso, the peso, is in mouletas, The libretta, says, today no, there, the cola, says, Mayna, maybe, and I'm saludas, is that not I'm not I'm, there who's who vending the sky in quotas, without alas, and with sapathos, and I discovered that a block can be more free than a contract, my moneda, my treasure, my right to decide, no I want to Savarer is valemas, my moneda, my treasure, without bank and without patron, and by my bolzio, with my own education. Confunding liberty with codicia is the trap most via of the barrio. but also, I've learned that a nodo is like a bodeguero. No, you fia, but it does the power to be your own banker. The inflation me persigue, in the cadena, I've found a respiro. No is magic, and salvation is to understand that the future is my. With a pair of claves, me is a citizen of the world. without passaporte, without visa, without fear profound, my money, my money, my treasure, my right to decide. No, I want to contos of hadas, I want to learn to live. The people who promise millions, you deca, with what poco that there, but in the No is the loror or the bank, is the idea of legir my way. The the way to make millions. Only liberty, for not to mourn'ambert. Recurred those $0.00, Camaleon. The saldo digital that no servie in the camion, the pharmacy magica of manzanilla and oration. And I think that the sovereignty not Blocka a bloke, Satoche, as Satoshi, like who's siomra can seebrae in an abogom. In fin, tomorrow the pan will continue up -subes, but I'll, I've got my future in a bolstio, in frontiers. No, it's magic, it's mathematics, and if someone you're Gula, my friend. I've, I've, I've, I've, but the barrio is more calli-than-caughted than before, or maybe I'm the And only the viento, me reconnocio. The bodega of Chucho, yeah no exists more, and the park has a silence that no know I know I. The bank has a silence that no know I. I'm a a friend who's, but his number, in other nation. The barrio no one is the no is the same, and I, too. I went to find out of horizontes, cargated of illusion, and, and, and, and, and, all Maria Vendepisa, from a portal in Madrid, Carlito, manager a Uber in Tampa, without dormit. The future is the future, so barred in the doana of the north, without permission, by phantasasas O'Hoche, I dreamed that all we'd, that the barrio was full of risas, And this in winter... The signal, camina in chancletas, and a and I, opening the packet with fear, to that it's just to be prontico. The 4G me, me, and she's ried, I think that no me to take in serious. I'm a message to the friend, and he gets a message to the friend, and it gets when it's necessary. A friend of the Maasayas, you man da higas, but I only have a Bipen and a oration, a Santa Gitteras, Bajito. The night is more long when the reds is more long when the reds is more than the sun, and one's just looking at the techo, and one's Bajando the velocity, When when it's the light, it's also the world, and the data that never cargo. The apagone me in the call virtual, and a dream that not so much, a with Satoshi's my voyage. No, is that no, I want to talk to, is that the world's was without an avizar. Between apagones and coals, I found a respiro in a code that nobody can't The world's my world, so I was, without avizar. The country is recargarg in miracles, I prefer to do it in Satoshis, because when all of all of all the light, the red, the a place where even the beats, they're calling. Bajando the velocity, the signal, the signal is again, or my friend, Cuba, me Dicen that we're not, and it's real. But, we're here, tercos, like the mare. The country pesa, but the The night is large, so, but always ameces. No, we give us miracles, only the right to a manna that no duela. The isla cruge, but his people, no, so I can't quiver. Canto, backito, like Frank, for that the of all what the silence no could calliard. If today no can't, if today, it's all the pan, the light, the connection, tomorrow will be another day. And who knows, tomorrow will be another day. I mean, it's cae a pedasos, but I still affinando the guitar. It's not easy to live here, but it's more difficult to looking a primevera in the winter, and to those that were re-cargaring the Alma with Satoshis and dreams, all those we are, all that dole, all that also is tomorrow, the we'll see this respiro, a Frank, to those who did the humor, a scudo, and the trove to a country, I know when will get to that morning that no duela, but I know that exists. Because how I saw in the eyes of the This also, that's too, that's Cuba, that we're, no it propaganda in the faith of those who no's rinden, in fin. In fin, tomorrow, it's another day. No, it's perfect, maybe, perhaps, maybe not even easy, but it's not our. And that, that is sufficient. Cuba, my friend.
@marless6: No había probado Suno AI, me sorprende muchísimo a pesar de los avances rápidos e inigualables de la IA,coincido además totalmente!( y también en que sin coffe no hay life) ,good post!
@mileidy71: Genial todas. Somos un país destruido.