sexta-feira, 15 de outubro de 2010

O LUTHIER

                                                           Clothes by Perseph

Certa vez o professor disse: “Caiu a alma do Violoncello”. E o starter, mal cá sabendo de que se tratava, responde a perguntar: “O que vem a ser a alma de um cello?”. Feita a descoberta, ora pois, nada como um bom luthier para resolver o problema.

“Choram as arcadas do violoncelo...” inicia um poema. E realmente, choram as arcadas do violoncelo, o arco vibra as cordas entre uma nota e outra, acostumando o ouvindo, aquietando a alma.

...E o luthier? Ah, o luthier. Ele resolveu, colocou a alma no lugar. Era belo o seu trabalho, lindo, fabuloso. Quisera encomendar um cello com ele – valia uma fortuna-, mas nada como ter um instrumento fabricado artesanalmente, com carinho, esmero e madeira nobre. No entanto, à esperança de que chegasse um tempo para ter o dinheiro e comprar o tão sonhado, infelizmente o luthier havia falecido de câncer. Morria ali, um enorme talento, o talento que a algumas gerações serviu, mas não ao aluno que aquietara sua alma.

Homenagem póstuma.

          ... And, the luthier put the soul at his place
                           Posthumous tribute 

quinta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2010

Tempo & Memória

video
By Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio - I Will Even After the Flowers Are Gone

"Os tempos primitivos são líricos, os tempos antigos são épicos, os tempos modernos são dramáticos". (Victor Hugo)

"The primitive times are lyric, the ancient times are epic, the modern times are dramatic". (Victor Hugo).

sábado, 14 de agosto de 2010

Inspiração - Rose Red






Escrito por Stephen King, Rose Red é uma casa construída em 1907 que foi abandonada algum tempo depois. O tempo passou e as lendas sobre as assombrações do lugar nunca terminaram. Nos dias atuais, a professora de parapsicologia Joyce Reador resolve montar um grupo de dez paranormais a fim de entrar na casa e estudá-la, para investigar um mistério envolvendo os supostos fantasmas. Um longo filme de suspense/terror em que vestígios da antiga família (a família Rimbauer) que morava no local são encontrados. Mas os mistérios não param por aí.

The photos of the clothes and of the scenery are inspired in the movie Rose Red, written by Stephen King.

quinta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2010



Música "The bringer of light", de A Sorrowful Dream
I brought the light you made me fall
you feared me you cut my flight
now's my rebirth and i understant
my love for you my father of pain

[they] followed me
'cause light blinded them
without me your creation
would be too perfect
and unreal without flaws

I bring all the pain i hat is necessary
cutting life from the beggining I aughing with humanity
Im the water of the seed of hate i bring wrath and pain
to the souts that were pure once and you will ask me why
Why?

Why
you dont understand my burden (cry)
my path of wounds in your hands
I bless the thorns in your crown (cry)

sorrow and hate make me strong
dont cry for me, i choose this way (cry)
heavier than thar cross of wood
is to kill all your believes (cry)

i lie awake on this sky waiting for those screams of wrath
feeding all again and come satisfaction and cry

I brought the light
you made me fall
you feared me
you cut my flight
now's my rebirth
and i understand
my love for you
my father of pain

Pain is (the) way to heaven
without evil your sons
would not be completed
to be human
is to have the choice

No light without darkness no peace without war
what is love without hate to show you what you have lost again?
i became the shadow i am the unborn and
i am the emptness that made your god cry and then create all life

conflicts of feelings
compelled me to come and find out
who's the owner of this inconstancy
the one who brought me down

for each slep of yours
there is a different ground
for each rote you play
a different sound

you must be one of them
who brought chaos and pain
it does not matter what i do
nothing will be enough i do
nothing will be enough (for you)

i have my burdens too
and i still cry for you

My hate sorrow and doubt
see all those things
reflected on you

conflicts of feelings
compelled me to come and find out
who's the owner of this inconstancy
the one who brought me down

what am i supposed to say
to those who may complain
it does not matter what i do
nothing
will justify (you)


About the band:
twitter: twitter.com/asorrowfuldream





Clothes by Persephone
Fotos by Pablo Teixeira


A Sorrowful Dream está com seu CD de lançamento à venda. Para adquirir, envie um email para asorrowfuldream@asorrowfuldream.com e faça seu pedido, que será encaminhado o procedimento para o pagamento dos itens.

"A Sorrowful Dream" is a band of Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil.

terça-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2010


A Sorrowful dream - "A Lament for Her Scarlet Reflection
I tried to
Burn this pages
But they are all washed in tears

In this room
A red bed
Where no one ever could sleep

This grey clouds
Whith thin rain
All over my hidden place

And I close
My mouth
Not to drink this cold water


You've pointed a path that goes nowhere
On the floor I sleep hidden in stones
Waiting for your promiscous way of decay
And I have no dreams
She whispers in your dreams


And so now
Your time has come
To meet my own world

Your body
Beautiful like
An evening storm

But it doesn't
Have any scars
In your words drawed

And so now
My hands will do
What your touch has done to me

Lies have broken your melody
Scars in you heal the wounds in me


You've pointed a path that goes nowhere
On the floor I sleep hidden in stones
Waiting for your promiscous way of decay
And I have no dreams
She whispers in your dreams


How did you
Open this
Garden of stones
Without names
But with flowers
To remeber
A lost peace
All dead

They never wake up
Nevermore
But their whispers
Still here
In cold winds
Of a spring
That never rise
All dead

A scarlet sin
On the wall
Growing darker
Than your eyes
Falling from the wall
To my womb
Begin for sacrilege
All dead

No sleepless
But no dreams
I can't remember
Any of them
How can I be alive
Without dreams
Or nightmares?
All dead

Fútil foi meu sentimento
Por pensar em felicidade
Já que nada é mais egoísta
Do que a própria harmonia
Que se conquista através de outrem
Pois se eu quisesse seu bem
Nada mais poderia fazer
Do que deixá-la em sua ignorância

It's raining...

About the band:
website: www.asorrowfuldream.com myspace: www.myspace.com/asorrowfuldream fotolog: www.fotolog.com/sorrowful twitter: twitter.com/asorrowfuldream Clothes by Persephone Picture by Pablo Teixeira : http://www.flickr.com/photos/pabloteixeira/

video
"Tree of Lies" music - Show de lançamento do Cd "Toward Nothingness" no Garagem Hermética - POA/RS. 06/1109. Video by ramirocatelan - Youtube

video
"A lament for her Scarlet reflection" music - Show de lançamento do Cd "Toward Nothingness" no Garagem Hermética - POA/RS. 06/11/09. Video by ramirocatelan - Youtube