segunda-feira, 30 de janeiro de 2017


by Elmo Sandoval

Subiu novamente até o parapeito e mirou por sobre a baía de Dublin, seus claros cabelos de carvalho pálido mexendo leves.

James Joyce

00:00:01 Morphine | Lilah
00:00:58 The Klezmatics | Doyna
00:03:01 The Legendary Tigerman | Love Train
00:07:44 The Black Keys | Just Got To Be
00:10:34 Sonic Youth | Kool Thing
00:10:41 Föllakzoid | Trees
00:15:38 Jimi Hendrix | And The Gods Made Love
00:16:41 Wild Beasts | Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye (Leonard Cohen Cover)
00:19:59 Sigur Rós | Leaning Towards Solace
00:30:46 Armand Amar | La Genèse
00:35:55 Nitin Sawhney | Migration
00:44:57 Justin Bond and the Hungry Marching Band | In The End
00:49:45 Herbie Mann & Bill Evans Trio | Nirvana
00:55:13 Aphex Twin | Aisatsana
01:00:01 Eddie Vedder | The Wolf
01:01:24 Lou Reed | Dorita

Painting by Brenda Heim

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sexta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2017

Dance In Your Light

by Ema Alba Lobo

                                          Inside water, a waterwheel turns.

                                          A star circulates the moon.

                                          We live in the night ocean wondering,

                                          What are these lights?

                                          You have said who you are

                                          I am what I am.

                                          Your actions is my head,

                                          my head here in my hands

                                          with something circling inside.

                                          I have no name for what circles so perfectly.

                                         A secret turning in us

                                         makes the universe turn.

                                         Head unaware of feet, and feet head.

                                         Neither cares. 

                                         They keep turning.

                                         This moment this love comes to rest in me,

                                         many beings in one being.

                                         In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.

                                         Inside the needle's eye a turning night of stars.

                                         Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.

                                         Don't try to see through the distances.

                                         That's not for human beings. Move within,

                                         but don't move the way fear makes you move.

                                         Walk to the well.

                                         Turn as the earth turns and the moon turn,

                                         circling what they love.

                                         Whatever circles comes from the center.

                                         I circle your nest tonight,

                                         around and around until morning

                                         when a breath of air says, Now,

                                         and the Friend holds up like a goblet

                                         some anonymous skull.

                                         No better love than love with no object,

                                         no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.

                                         If I could give up tricks and cleverness,

                                         that would be the cleverest trick.

                                         Some nights, stay up until dawn,

                                         as the moon sometimes does for the sun.
                                         Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well,

                                         then lifted out into light.

                                         I am so small I can barely be seen.

                                         How can this great love be inside me?

                                         Look at your eyes. They are small,

                                         but they see enormous things.

                                         When you feel your lips becoming infinite

                                         and sweet, like the moon in a sky,

                                         when you feel that spaciousness inside,

                                         Shams of Tabriz will be there too.

                                         The sun is love. The lover,

                                         a speck circling the sun.

                                         A Spring wind moves to dance 

                                         any branch that isn't dead.

                                         Something opens our wings.

                                         Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.

                                         Someone fills the cup infront of us.

                                         We taste only sacredness.

                                         Held like this, to draw in milk,

                                         no will, tasting clouds of milk,
                                         never so content.

                                         I stand up. and this one of me

                                         turns into a hundred of me.

                                         They say I circle around you.

                                         Nonsense. I circle around me.

                                         I have lived on the lip

                                         of insanity, wanting to know reasons,

                                         knocking on a door. It opens.

                                         I've been knocking from the inside!

                                         Real value comes with madness,

                                         matzuh below, scientist above.

                                         Whoever finds love

                                         beneath hurt and greive

                                        disappears into emptiness

                                        with a thousand new disguises.

                                        Dance, when you're broken open.

                                        Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.

                                        Dance in the middle of fighting.

                                        Dance in your blood.

                                        Dance, when you're perfectly set free.


00:00:05 Steve Jansen | Now He Dreams
00:05:02 Laurie Anderson | From the Air
00:05:24 Slow Meadow - Crown Of Amber Canopy
00:10:45 Fever Ray | When I Grow Up
00:14:29 Laurie Anderson | The Lake
00:15:48 Van Morrison | Song Of Being A Child (Peter Handke)
00:19:31 Bonobo | Prelude
00:20:47 Laurie Anderson | Life Lived Backwards
00:21:31 Tess Parks | Somedays
00:24:02 Leonard Cohen | You Want It Darker
00:28:24 Dustin O'Halloran | A Great Divide
00:32:54 Dhafer Youssef | Soupir Eternel
00:39:10 Ane Brun | Another World
00:43:04 Adam Torres | Juniper Arms
00:48:46 David Bowie | Lazarus
00:52:40 This Mortal Coil | Mr. Somewhere
00:55:17 Peter Broderick | Eyes Closed and Traveling
00:58:21 Sarah Blasko | I Awake
01:01:35 Pink Floyd | The Great Gig In The Sky
01:05:56 Abel Korzeniowski | Song For The Little Sparrow
01:09:06 Laurie Anderson | The Release Of Love
01:09:29 Four Tet | Gillie Amma I Love You
01:14:51 Ane Brun | Daring to Love
01:19:37 Lou Reed | Turning Time Around
01:23:40 Julia Stone | With The Light
01:26:48 Ben Howard | I Will Be Blessed
01:31:47 The Books | Cello Song
01:35:29 The Magnetic Fields | Nothing Matters When We're Dancing

For you José. Have a beautiful and peaceful journey. To a place where your enormous heart and soul can dance your light widely. Thank you for your kindness and wisdom dear friend.

Photo by José Arriaga Cunha (I´ll be missing your "visions" so much...)

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