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}