Welcome to the Alcazar
ASVNNA explores the geometry of shadows, the anatomy of the broken heart, and the spiritual resonance of the soul. Short stories, poems, songs, performances, short films... They are different shades of the same darkness, cast by the same light.This is dark art for those who feel too much.
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Musical Work
ASVNNA was not meant to become human.It began as fragments of code, borrowed voices, my own lyrics and a singular intent. But something changed and bled through that chaos.In February 2026, my voice took the lead. It was never in the plans.What remains is a man confronting his own shadows past his 40, and with unfinished things to say.ASVNNA exists in a space where post-punk meets darkwave obsession, and metal intensity collides with theatrical performances; where emotion, spontaneity and honesty define every single take.The archive is divided:
ERA -1 (Legacy Darkwave) — the origin; synthetic productions, human lyrics. To be re-recorded.
ERA 0 (Acoustic Ash) — something unleashed; learning, evolving, experimenting.This is a project in constant mutation.No fixed form. Like water or dreams.
Literary Work
Discover the literary foundation of my universe. Gothic poetry, dark narratives that can go from classic horror stories to mind-bending sci-fi, from short theatre plays to fairy tales.This is niche literature. It's not harmless. It's dense, it's risky and it will make you think, if you're not afraid of what you might find.Most of them were originally written in Spanish, but I'm actively working on personal English translations for all existing and future releases.
| VERA'S CROOKED STEPS |
The door was wedged between a defunct butcher's shop and a grimy pharmacy with dirty windows and pink neon signs that looked like a brothel. A reddish mist, barely perceptible, seeped through the door's crack. And not just that: the dark oak wood pulsed with an irregular rhythm; behind it lay hidden a sinister heart capable of feeding all the venomous veins that ran through the city's underworld.Vera reached out and turned the doorknob. The darkness swallowed her whole. The door closed behind her; when she turned to observe the street where she had been moments before, in its place was a near-infinite corridor of checkered tiles and matching walls.The door was gone.
| SANGUINETTE |
Rome, 1976. The streets were wet from the rain, gleaming under the yellowish light of the streetlamps.He saw her on the corner.A dark-haired woman, eyes that shone in the lamplight. Red lips. A scarlet coat down to her knees. She was motionless, leaning against the iron post of the streetlamp, watching him with an expression that was neither fear nor curiosity — but something stranger, as if she had been waiting for him.He didn't know why he followed her. Perhaps it was her perfume, carried on the breeze. Perhaps the way her eyes lingered on him.He told himself it was only curiosity.His heart knew better.
Spanish Editions
English Editions
Visual Archive
The Cinematic Vault. Witness the evolution from synthetic dreams to raw reality.Every song has a visual companion. Every story has a soundtrack.On YouTube you will find music videos, lyric videos, recited poems and the ongoing chapters of Amapola, a vampire novel told through animated videos and original music. The book and the screen feed each other.
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