The 8 poem from"Between synapses" project is called: To birds (with love) I filled my hands with what was possible and scattered the bird food in the air (around me) They came and without hesitation gave themselves over to the banquet offered with the kindness that only spontaneity can deal They multiple different colors added life to the green monotony of the grass present The feeding frenzy did not last because the quantity and/or voracity of the guests did not match with my skills in holding and spread Many, whether sated or not, left immediately, but some remained nearby They watched from afar, grateful for the offering or perhaps simply hoping for a perpetual source of nourishment Their songs reverberated through every orifice of my body, ionizing matter and leaving the air rarefied. Imersed on sound that heals body and soul, I smiled and signaled real solution to the n...
Beyond the clouds Acima das nuvens (From π project) I usually post here songs from the π project with a short technical information about It , but this 8th song is somehow special enough for more than those few lines...on the opposite way of the others, this song raise from the bass line that was so beautifully etheric (from my perspective) that justify the seach (exaustive) for a piano match. This song was "built" on my mind from the "feeling" of a very early saturday where i awake very early and from my high point of view the "city" was still sleepin' while i had my breakfast watchin' the sun raise with clouds as my guests . On this i played bass and piano, hope you enjoy ! Normalmente eu posto aqui as músicas do projeto π com uma breve especificação técnica da composição, mas esta 8a música, de forma contrária as outras, "nasceu" de uma linha de baixo tão etericamente bonita (do meu ponto de vista) que justificou a busca...
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