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terça-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2024

MUSICAL CHAPTERS VII

I'm Still Wet From October Rain

The Eurovision festival of this year (2024) in Malmo (Sweden) was a shameful parade of hate, antisemitism, hypocrisy and censorship. The jury began refusing the Israel's song (October Rain) considering it a political song, while allowing other "political" songs and declarations coming from several of the participants, not to talk about the flags of the Islamic terrorists and the manifestations outside calling for the genocide of the Jews.

The song was political only in the sense that it was a painful testimony that could evoke the October 7 massacre in Israel, commited by Islamic terrorists against the Israeli, Jews, Muslim, Druze and citizens from several Western countries. That song should have been praised and supported, yet it was rejected, but only by the jury because the public voted massively in that song.

Israel changed the title to Hurricane and parts of the lyrics. But I still hear October Rain and the message.

Below are the lyrics of October Rain and of Hurricane.

Eden Golan - Hurricane | Israel 🇮🇱 | Official Music Video | Eurovision 2024

OCTOBER RAIN

Writers of the history

Stand with me
Look into my eyes and see
People go away but never say goodbye

Someone stole the moon tonight
Took my light
Everything is black and white
Who's the fool who told you boys don't cry?

[Pre-Chorus]

Hours and hours and flowers
Life is no game for the cowards
Why does time go wild
Every day I'm losing my mind
Holding on in this mysterious ride

[Chorus]

Dancing in the storm
We got nothing to hide
Take me home
And leave the world behind
And I promise you that never again
I'm still wet from this October rain
October rain

Living in a fantasy
Ecstasy
Everything's meant to be
We shall pass but love will never die

[Pre-Chorus]

Hours and hours and flowers
Life is no game for the cowards
Why does time go wild
Every day I'm loosing my mind
Holding on in this mysterious ride

[Chorus]

Dancing in the storm
We got nothing to hide
Take me home
And leave the world behind
And I promise you that never again
I'm still wet from this October rain
October rain
October rain

(There’s no air left to breathe
There’s no space
I’m gone day by day
Everyone is good kids one by one)

Authors: Keren Peles, Avi Ohayon and Stav Beger
Performed by Eden Golan

HURRICANE

Writer of my symphony
Play with me
Look into my eyes and see
People walk away but never say goodbye

Someone stole the moon tonight
Took my light
Everything is black and white
Who's the fool who told you boys don't cry?

Hours and hours, empowers
Life is no game, but it's ours
While the time goes wild

Every day, I'm losin' my mind
Holdin' on in this mysterious ride
Dancin' in the storm, I got nothin' to hide
Take it all and leave the world behind
Baby, promise me you'll hold me again
I'm still broken from this hurricane
This hurricane

Livin' in a fantasy
Ecstasy
Everything is meant to be
We shall pass, but love will never die, mm

Hours and hours, empowers
Life is no game, but it's ours
While the time goes wild

Every day, I'm losin' my mind
Holdin' on in this mysterious ride
Dancin' in the storm, I got nothin' to hide
Take it all and leave the world behind
Baby, promise me you'll hold me again
I'm still broken from this hurricane
This hurricane

This hurricane

sexta-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2021

WOUNDED WORDS FROM A FORGOTTEN LAND

Wounded Words From A Forgotten Land

I was born in Bamyan

I was born in Kabul

I was born in Panjshir

I was born everywhere…

You don’t know me

But I know who you are.

You’re the one who came to kill me

And you will kill me

With all your evil skills

Just because I am who I am

Just because I dare to look

Into the abyss of your devil soulless eyes.

You may think that you killed me before

And you did, thousands of times

You may think you killed me forever

But you didn’t and you won’t.

You just shot the reflection of your evil mind.

My innocence, my strength and my hope

Will go on to haunt you and defeat you.

While I sit and sing

(I know you forbade me to do it

And that’s one more reason to do it)

I look at the clouds and touch the ground

Always for the first and the last time.

I can hear the roar coming

I know you are just around the corner.

Before you take me and rape me

You’ll kill all my family and all my sheep.

Yet, I don’t move

I sing, I wait, I persist.

As you pass through the hidden valleys and plains

Through the ancient gorges and the peaceful mountains

All there is loses its natural joy and innocence.

My childhood escapes to the distance

My youth vanishes as I breathe

My old age is a useless wise ragged book

1400 years is the age of my fears and my pain

You’re the inventor and executioner

Of all my nightmares.

The only paradise that you’ll meet

Is the hell you have created

Since you were born.

No 72 virgins to rape

No honey and berries to taste

No glory or reward for your inhuman deeds.

Only emptiness, evil and death

Only you, alone, with yourself

And your endless darkness.

What I see

Is not what is before me anymore.

With your creed and your gun

With your blindness and cruelty

You shut my eyes to all there is.

Yet, here I am

I sing, I wait, I persist…

In your eyes I see only

The nothing you will be…

São Ludovino, 17/10/2021

Wounded Words From A Forgotten Land, poem & video by São Ludovino

LIFE AS A MIRAGE

Initial excerpt of the text I wrote for the video Life as a Mirage:

There are places in the world

where life seems always

incomplete

Too many times, to live

means only to survive

against all odds

One of those places

is Afghanistan,

again,

mainly to women, children

and minorities

After centuries of endless wars

After the fall of empires and kings

After ten years of guerrilla against

the soviet occupation (1979-1989)

After years of pseudo-communism

and anti-communism

autocracy and theocracy

And a civil war that was more

a religious and ethnical war

like all wars in Islamic countries…

After Afghanistan became the nest

of terrorist groups

like Al-Qaeda.

After a partial occupation by USA and allies (2001-2021)

that brought more war, guerrilla and terror attacks

perpetrated by Islamic extremists

like the Taliban

But also freedom and rights for the majority,

mainly women, children

and ethnical minorities...

Along with the constant

tribal and religious conflicts

and the constant collusion of Pakistan,

Qatar, and other Islamic countries

with terrorists and Islamic extremists…

On August 15, 2021, the Taliban,

an Islamic extremist group,

took over the power again

and brought fear, death

and oppression again...

after a first long bloody nightmare

1996-2001

Life as a Mirage - Afghanistan, text & video by São Ludovino

quinta-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2020

MUSICAL CHAPTERS IV

MAIS DO QUE DANÇÁVEL

Os ouvidos delicados de uma ínfima minoria sentem-se ofendidos com o ruído dos concertos de rua. São gratuitos e só vai quem quer. E o cartaz regra geral é muito variado, há sons para todos os gostos, todos igualmente respeitáveis, mesmo que eu não goste. Normalmente vai muita gente a qualquer destes concertos. Eu só vou de vez em quando porque a enchente é de facto grande e o risco de ver sobretudo cabeças e ouvir mais o ruído dos espectadores do que a música também é frequente. Fui ver os HMB e não me arrependi, pelo contrário. Além do que já era expectável, trouxeram músicos convidados, entre eles, um saxofonista (Zé Maria) e um trompetista (Diogo Duque). A combinação foi excelente. Aos ritmos soul e funky juntou-se a toada jazz dos instrumentos de sopro. E improvisar daquela maneira não é para todos.

O recinto estava cheio e pulsava de entusiasmo. Meio mundo sabe as letras das canções e canta em uníssono, alguns batem palmas e a maioria regista o momento nos seus smartphones para depois inundar as redes dizendo “Eu estive aqui!” em vez de dizerem “Os HMB estiveram aqui e valeu mesmo a pena vir ouvi-los!” Claro que aqui e ali os decibéis subiram um pouco de mais como acontece em quase todos os concertos ao vivo. Há gente lá bem ao fundo e todos querem ouvir, cantar e dançar.

Quase todos os temas dos HMB são muitíssimo dançáveis, têm uma cadência bem ritmada que faz o corpo mexer-se espontaneamente. É quase impossível não dançar, bambolear o corpo e deixar os braços voar. Mas os HMB vão mais além: brincam com as palavras e os sons. As palavras são elas mesmas música, a forma como são entoadas torna-as parte da melodia, da harmonia e do ritmo. Se alguém tentar cantar alguns daqueles temas a capella verifica isso mesmo. A música não vem só dos instrumentos, vem também das palavras e da forma como são segmentadas, prolongadas, cortadas, repetidas com uma respiração própria. Muito provavelmente, o background de gospel de alguns dos intérpretes tem muito a ver com isto. Nos segmentos em que ficam apenas as palmas e a voz essa afinidade torna-se mais evidente. E já alguém viu um cantor de gospel ficar imóvel? O ritmo vem da alma e contagia o corpo e alma soa cá fora nos movimentos cadenciados e na voz.

No panorama da música portuguesa da última década, os HMB foram e são criativos, fizeram a diferença e têm um som próprio. As parcerias com outros artistas, os trabalhos a solo do próprio Héber Marques e a fusão de estilos mostra que são versáteis, inovadores e que ainda têm muito para dar.

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HMB Live in Benfica, photography by São Ludovino.

HMB Live - photography & video by São Ludovino.

HMB Live in Benfica, photography by São Ludovino.

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HMB

Héber Marques (vocals)
Fred Martinho (Frederico Martinho) (guitar)
Daniel Lima (keyboard)
Joel Silva (drums)
Joel Xavier (bass guitar)
Diogo Duque (trumpet)
Zé Maria (Gonçalves Pereira) (sax)
Hulda Marques (chorus)
Enoque Silva (chorus)
Guest: Matay (Rúben Matay Leal de Sousa)

HMB ao vivo nas Festas de Benfica, Lisboa, 23 de Junho de 2019.

Fotografia & vídeo: São Ludovino.

HMB – YouTube Channel

HMB – Contact

quinta-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2014

COMING BACK TO THE LIGHT

There are some really special people in this world… David Kowalski is one of them. Special for what he is as a person and as an artist. The ability of seeing the unnoticed and transforming the common things into something unique are probably his main gifts as a photographer. As a sculptor, his work impresses by the originality of the matter, the shapes, the lively spirit. Each piece is the resurrection of something old and lost… “telluric phoenixes” of rusty metal, leather, wood and stone, being reborn from the junkyard and debris. As a writer and poet, he is still someone to be revealed and discovered.

Life put a treacherous trap in his way, a serious disease that could have vanquished him as it does with so many. But his inner strength allowed him to remain in this side of light… Stay on this side, David! There are thousands of images that wait to be capture by your eyes and soul, dozens of sculptures waiting to born from your masterful hands... and life goes on walking with you, hand in hand.

Below is the poem Deep Insight, some images by David Kowalski and a few by me (from the series Premeditated Mistakes).

David Kowalski page on Deviantart:

http://shotsfiredimagedown.deviantart.com/

David Kowalski official site: Dragonfly Daze –

http://www.dragonflydaze.com/

DEEP INSIGHT

Without cuts, wounds or scars

Penetrating the deep surface of beauty

Caressing the ineffable fugacity of light

The speed of sound in the musical sights

Suddenly made still by a silent tune of the eyes

A home close to the sky, sculpted by rusty hands

Of life in quest to see the unnoticed unseen

Colourful clouds roofing the inhabitable home

Green blue matrix of endless rainbows

Confluent in the mouth of wonder

Visions from the windows within the mind

Stories in the light of the dawn within the eyes

Making the tree of dreams glowing stronger

High as the sun, bright as the stars

Crossing the night, hands in hands with the universe

To see deeper is to be seen by the unseen

To see wider is to belong from the deep to beyond

Infinite arms embracing infinite roads as one

Infinite time embracing finite lives as eternal

Voyages in time and space in the ship of deep insight...

São Ludovino, 31/1/2014

Homecoming..., photography by David Kowalski.

Expanding light..., photography by David Kowalski.

Before breakfast..., photography by David Kowalski.

Not yet..., photography by David Kowalski.

Heart of the city..., photography by David Kowalski.

Sundowner..., photography by David Kowalski.

Inner circle..., photography by David Kowalski.

Through the blue..., photography by David Kowalski.

In the nest..., photography by David Kowalski.

Sunny explode..., photography by David Kowalski.

Perfect day..., photography by David Kowalski.

Premeditated Mistakes - Out of darkness, photography by São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Coming back to the light..., photography by São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - De-composition of the rainbow, photography by São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Upcoming, photography by São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Impetus, photography by São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Rushing II, photography by São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Two worlds merging into each other..., photography by São Ludovino.

segunda-feira, 23 de setembro de 2013

DANCING WITH THE DOLPHINS

     In Portugal, dolphins can be seen in their natural habitat at Azores islands, at Sado’s mouth (Setúbal), at Algarve’s coast and in the last years also in Tejo’s mouth (Lisbon). At Azores and Sado there’s still some large communities of dolphins (bottlenose dolphins) but they had disappeared from Tejo since the 60s, due mainly to the increase of pollution in the waters that caused a decrease of the amount of fish in the river. In the last years the program of treatment of the residual waters thrown into the river had positive results. The amount of fish increased again and the dolphins returned to Tejo. Each adult dolphin needs 15-20 kg of fish every day and now they have enough food to survive in the river.
     In artificial habitats, they can be seen at the Lisbon Zoo (Bay of the Dolphins) and at the Zoomarine (Guia-Albufeira, Algarve). I saw them several times in both places. In both cases they seem very well treated, comfortable and happy. Last August, I went again to Zoomarine and saw two different shows with a group of seven dolphins. The joy of the animals and their trainers was obvious and touching. The dolphins really enjoy what they are doing, they like the contact with humans and react joyfully to the voices and applause of the public. They are especially tender with the children as if they knew that they are more sensitive and fragile.
    They play, they “run”, they fly, they dance… The music, either noisy or calm, and the rhythm of a cadenced sound like the applauses are very appealing to them. They are agile, energic, meticulous and elegant in their movements. They really follow a determined choreography. The affective interaction with their trainers is the most touching. There’s a full and reciprocal trust between trainers and dolphins… or it would be impossible to do what they both do, for many of those exercises / games / dances could be dangerous and result in serious injury in both. It’s reassuring and gratifying to see such joy and harmony.
     The most part of the dolphins were born in the Zoomarine and the healthy life they lead allows them to overpass the common longevity of a dolphin. The oldest dolphin is now more than 45, quite old for a dolphin.
     The Zoomarine also has a sanctuary for wild animals in danger, sick or injured. For example, they treat the dolphins captured accidently by the fishermen nets.
     At the Zoomarine there’s also an Aquarius with many different species, including sharks and rays. It’s incredible how raias are sociable and swim very swiftly. They swim close to the surface of the giant tank and it is possible to caress them. Their skin feels like wet velvet…
     There are other animals in the Zoomarine mainly birds, like parrots, macaws, flamingos, swans, ducks, turtles, etc. Close to the pool of the turtles there is a machine where one inserts a coin to obtain a certain amount of food to feed them. They are extremely attentive and smart. They look constantly in the direction of the machine and if someone picks a coin they all run in that direction even before one inserts the coin in the machine!
    There’s also a fairground with several attractions mainly to the children. The view from the top of the giant wheel is really beautiful and allows a general view of the whole of the team park which is quite big.
    Below is a selection of photographs taken in two different shows with the same group of seven dolphins and two videos made with photographs of both shows.

Zoomarine oficial site: http://www.zoomarine.pt/en
Zoomarine (internacional): http://www.zoomarine.com/