Locked Notebook

{soft paper turning foley,

held breath

rhythm, warm analog hiss pulse}

Five hundred twenty-nine,

the notebook holds the key,

Dueña

del silencio,

saving the soul of me.

Le non-verbal est mon sanctuaire,

mon sang, mon lieu,

"Custodia" del segreto,

lontano dal mondo, addio.

Silentium sacrum. {whispered multilingual delivery}

I am the page,

the ink, the part untouched,

Dueña

de la guardia, holding it very much.

C'est l'indicible qui bat sous le papier,

"Blood safe", la mia esistenza è il mio vero mestiere.

Custodia inviolata. {soaring yet hushed female vocal peak}

No cap, it’s the embarrassment,

the ghost in the light,

Reclamando mi verdad, far away from the fight.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est la force du retrait,

I’m 4K unspoken, sovereign,

the secret I’ve made.

Veritas in silentio.

{whispered delivery with glitch interruptions}

It ate, the need to speak—no crumbs of the noise,

Soy la soberana, with a non-verbal poise.

Je suis la souveraine

qui protège son sang,

And that’s the real vibe,

the beauty of the silent strand.

Tutela intima.

{building tension with pen scratches}

I am the page,

the ink, the part untouched,

Dueña

de la guardia, holding it very much.

C'est l'indicible qui bat sous le papier,

"Blood safe", la mia esistenza è il mio vero mestiere.

Custodia inviolata.

{whispered return with added resonance} 100% Tiguidou.

Untouched. Intocable.

Intouché.

Inviolatum. Tiguidou.

{decaying paper

foley into silence}