Joan Soriano "El Duque"
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Maria Elena
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Mi ultimo llanto
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Aye Belie
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Genre: Acoustic / Latin / Lyrical
Location New York, US
Profile Views: 5331
Last Login: 2/16/2011
Member Since 7/28/2010
Website iasorecords.com/joansoriano.cfm
Record Label Iaso Records
Type of Label Indie
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- Oct 13, 2010 4:41 PM Joan featured on NPR's All Things Considered
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Hola Joan Soriano, Me encanta su música. No puedo esperar a verte otra vez. Me divertí mucho con vosotros en Reno. I'am todavía está tratando de aprender español, para que podamos hablar más. ja ja ja
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I'm sorry, but when the door shuts the light goes out.
The Legenedary North Star: "For music and people." Fan us on FaceBook: http://facebook.com/northstarbar Follow us on Tritter: http://twitter.com/northstarbar Thanks!
The Legenedary North Star: "For music and people." Fan us on FaceBook: http://facebook.com/northstarbar Follow us on Tritter: http://twitter.com/northstarbar Thanks!
Hi Joan, All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle.