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🎧Listen to it on Spotify: Drop Feb 12th - https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/arqluizfelipe/patas-frias-feat-milton-chanes

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❄️𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 :

𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙨 is the second song inspired by Milton Chanes' work; following the haunting "Twelve Seconds, Twelve years". On the darkest nights, we find protection in the strangest places and sometimes in something we can't explain, something that watches over us in silence. This song follows a figure of salvation that arrives when all else fails: wooden, still, impossibly human and impossibly other. It could be a guardian. It could be memory. It could be ourselves, reflected and saving. The song never tells. It only knows that the snow didn't touch you. And that something is still there.

Enjoy.

📘Please, check out Milton's ebook Patas Frías at Amazon: https://amzn.eu/d/01yjjh5z

𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨:

🎧Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/7K6rsdciLpILLcYBK1rUOy?si=53718cad00794616

📘Ebook: https://amzn.eu/d/gOVuCUh

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🎙️ 𝓛𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓼 :

The asphalt turned into ice miles ago

For the trucks rushing past, gravity feels optional

We followed the voice on the navigation

Into the dark without hesitation

Now we are buried deep in the snow

Life was normal a second ago

Then the world shrank

For the eyes of an animal

And then the roof shattered

Not wind, but hooves like brief spears

Leaving cracks in the atmosphere

Leaving marks

Leaving fears

Leaving us open to the white wall

the white wall

I see him standing by the tree line

A simple shape, a childish sign

Too round to be a man

Too still to be alive

He doesn't blink

He doesn't breathe

He watches everything

Patas frías

Patas frías

I climbed out through the broken glass

Expecting the winter to kill me fast

But the arms that held me were made of wood

A different cold, misunderstood

It didn't burn, it didn't bite

Ordered and calm in the dead of night

Protecting a boy from the blinding white

We passed the abandoned cars

Sleeping at odd angles

A graveyard of metal tangles

I don't know if he's good or evil

I just know the snow didn't touch me

Hey!

I see him standing by the tree line

A simple shape, a childish sign

Too round to be a man

Too still to be alive

He doesn't blink

He doesn't breathe

He watches everything

By morning he was gone

Just a circle of watchers

Pointing at the wreck

Footprints leading nowhere (Nowhere)

But the memory stays...

He is still there

I know he's standing by the tree line

A savior in a childish sign

Too cold to be a friend

Too strong to let it end

He didn't speak

He didn't leave

He walked me to the light

Patas frías

Patas frías