Imagine standing among black and gray ashes in the aftermath of a forest fire. Where once the green horizon pressed close, now a wasteland stretches forward like a graveyard. Scorched trunks where trees once were appear as twisted, necrotic fingers rising from the earth. A light summer rain settles the dust, and from the scorched debris, small emerald shoots push upward, fed by the nitrogen left behind in the wake of the inferno. The forest will return, stronger, more vibrant, in time…
niño flor composes from fracture and rebirth. The piano was the beginning. In the silence of the pandemic, he pressed down keys and let the sound linger. Ambient layers rose and carried him into a place he had not touched before. He saved the demo with a name that stayed. The demo became the seed, and the seed became the debut album.
The project is self‑made. Composition, arrangement, production, recording, editing, and mixing. Every step carried by niño flor. Only the mastering belongs to another hand, Sebastian Garrido. Everything else is singular.
Nature is the fixation in niño flor’s work.“How a plant mutates into a flower, or how leaves fall off in order to survive in certain seasons,” as he himself puts it. The album carries this vision, capturing in its delicate contours and texture a fascination for transformation and resilience.
“entonces las cenizas flotan” feels like stepping into the most mesmerizing botanical documentary, one you actually experience. Each song is a time-lapse and a close-up of flowers going from shoot to bloom, of fungal colonies forming their networks, and of plant matter dying and fertilizing the soil for the new generation. The guitar is warm and steady, guiding us through. Synths shimmer like wind chimes, air moving across branches, carrying spores and seeds.
The concept floats like the ashes. Death is a passage. A spiritual collapse allows rebirth. A fracture allows bloom. The album holds this reality and teaches us to contemplate its beauty and to cherish it.
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