Mia Salazar
Escuchando a Dios - Acto 4. El viaje

"Escuchando a Dios" is Mia Salazar’s visceral descent into the depths of female transformation. After capturing international attention with the rawness of "Mantas" and the innovation of "Ajolote", Salazar delivers her most ambitious work to date.The track explores postpartum, displacement, and the identity loss that occurs when migratory grief intersects with motherhood. It is the cry of one who pulls up their own roots and relinquishes their name to finally reclaim a creative voice amidst the gloom.Musically, it is an epic trip-hop piece enveloped in a "wall of sound" that draws from the density of Portishead and the avant-garde spirit of Björk or Radiohead. This is the essence of Mia Salazar: filtering the chill of Stockholm through a purely Spanish vocal style, steeped in her Mexican and Andalusian roots. She fuses folk mysticism with dark electronics, elevating the listener to an ecstasy masterfully represented in both the song’s climax and its accompanying music video.This single belongs to Acto 4 - El Viaje (The Journey) of an album Mia is unveiling in monthly installments. A mature and disruptive testament to dying in order to be born again."Escuchando a Dios" completes an initial triptych that proves we are witnessing a unique, avant-garde proposal—one that no one saw coming and no one can ignore.

CreditsOriginally written in English by Mia Salazar in Stockholm in 2014.
Adapted and rewritten in Spanish in Hamburg in April 2025.Base recorded in Stureby Stockholm in August 2016.
Vocals and arrangements recorded 25-28 of April in Mälarhöjden Social Club Studios, Stockholm.Vocals: Mia Salazar
Piano: Mia Salazar
Drums: Simon Caringer
Synths: Mia Salazar & Simon Caringer
Backing vocals: Mia SalazarRecorded by Simon Caringer
Produced by Simon Caringer and Mia Salazar
Mastered by Yves RoussellVideoclip directed, produced and edited by Mia SalazarCover photograph by Marc Sirisi

LyricsHe estado escuchando a Dios
en esta penumbra.
Me han sacado ahogada del mar
mientras me crecen plumasEran tus manosHe arrancado mi raíz,
renuncié a mi nombre.
“Nunca vas a ser feliz”
dice la bruja del bosque.Eran tus manosTu vida en mi
me ha dejado luchar las sombras
Nunca volví
y ahora ya nadie me nombra
Hoy pienso en ti,
durante esta noche sorda.Lo que nos mata,
crea más vida.
Baja hasta el fondo,
a la deriva.Cuando me fui a acostar,
siete ángeles hallé:
cuatro a la cama,
tres a los pies,
la virgen a mi costado
y me dice
“Duerme y reposa, no tengas miedo de ninguna cosa”.