The memory that a poppy leaves. Como si no importara by Alba Reche and Daniel Sabater

The collaboration of the young artists Alba Reche and Daniel Sabater tries to make us embrace sadness, leaving us breathless with this ballad. This song belongs to Alba's EP «Honestamente Triste».

The space and the montage capture bitter experiences, trying to find the viewer's identification with the feelings that hurt. He seeks to find a way out, which is seen at the end of the video with the singer's release and smile.

The montage of the video clip for "Como si no importara" helps to intensify the feeling of sadness. The feeling of fear within a toxic relationship is reflected in an artificial room, created by VFX and 3D.

The limitation to a space that encloses the singers, together with the close-ups that frame a desperate and ironic expression, inspire monotony, abuse and even abandonment when you cannot escape from an abusive relationship that negatively affects you.

Alba Reche, Daniel Sabater. Our Saturday music video. (Official Music Video). METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.

Credits.-

Directed.- superglu films.
Composer Lyricist.- Alba Reche, Daniel Sabater Jiménez, Javier Aguilar.
Recording Arrange.- ODDLIQUOR
Production.- José San Miguel, Jimena Garcinuño, Asuntas Claveria, Julio San Miguel.
Photography.- León Casarrubios, Pep Buades, Aitana Pascu, Belén Diez, José Ortega, Aroha Ortega, Dani Fuertes, Arthur Ribeiro.
3D and VFX.- Lucas Céspedes.
Art.- Manuel Alba Montes, Rubén López.
Graphic Design.- Sergio Durán.
Styling.- Charlie Cole
Makeup.- Paula Del Río.

Lyrics.-

I have not returned to the place yet
where you left alone
The place where you buried
the remains of poppies

I almost bent my knees
I almost put my hands together to speak
I almost turned my cheek
To take one more blow

The sorrow pierces me
The cold corners me
Your version leaves me on edge
Since then
and you did nothing
like it doesn't matter
that my voice breaks
when saying your name

I haven't watered yet
The flower that you left me in the garden
They all began to dry
Since you're not here

It almost hurts more that you don't stop thinking about me
if you think so bad of me
Your hands released me with the force
Of whom wants to stop forming
Part of me

The sorrow pierces me
The cold corners me
Your version leaves me on edge
Since then
and you did nothing
like it doesn't matter
that my voice breaks
when saying your name

The grief sticks in me (ah, ah, ah)
The cold corners me (ah, ah, ah)
Your version leaves me on the brink (ah, ah, ah)
Since then (ah, ah, ah)
And you didn't do anything (ah, ah, ah)
Like it doesn't matter (ah, ah, ah)
That my voice breaks (ah, ah, ah)
When saying your name (ah, ah, ah)

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