[Phototext] 'La increíble historia del hombre que podía volar...' of the group IZAL with images UO

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I would like to share this beautiful Spanish song by the band IZAL.

The song is a metaphor about anxiety, personal growth, and the power to change our perspective on the adversities we face throughout our live.

Lyrics translated into English

'The incredible story of the man who could fly but did not know how'

The metal shines, everything is ready, prepared for take-off.

There were days of worry

And hours lost fighting anxiety.

And sitting at the controls of my interstellar capsule,

Pure nerves, tachycardia and bad vibes.

Sweat fogs up my glass visor.

I thought I heard some creaking.

Control tells me I can relax.

It's normal to hear so many noises.

Saying goodbye to my loved ones.

The situation doesn't improve when I hear my other half.

To my right, Dimitri is moving his mouth in his language.

I don't understand a word he says.

We shot off, imminent doom

This ship, a flying funeral home

Is now my supposed sweet home

And when I think all is lost

I look through the hatch into infinity

The universe whispering in my ear

You enjoy the journey

I grab the controls and change course 

And I leave the dark orbit 

And I scare away the bad omens 

And the glass is now half full

And I fly high into hyperspace

Planets with frozen seas

Summers with white suns

I've seen Bowie floating...

Floating nothing... can touch us...

Unbreakable precious stones in space

And even though danger still lurks

We focus on the beauty of opposites

Floating nothing can touch us

Unbreakable precious stones in space

And even though danger continues to lurk

We focus on the beauty of opposites

Floating nothing... can touch us...

Unbreakable precious stones in space

And even though danger continues to lurk

We focus on the beauty of opposites

I change course and leave the dark orbit 

And I dispel the bad omens 

And the glass is now half full

And I fly high into hyperspace

Planets of frozen seas

Summers of white suns

I've seen Bowie floating

And I change course and leave the dark orbit

And I scare away the bad omens 

And the glass is now half full

And I fly high into hyperspace

Planets of frozen seas

Summers of white suns

I've seen Bowie floating...

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