Willian Ernest Henley, ao escrever o poema abaixo, jamais sonharia que os seus versos poderiam inspirar um homem com grandeza de Nelson Mandela a suportar, por vinte e sete anos, o cativeiro, condenado por sua luta contra o apartheid.
INVICTUS
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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INVICTO
William Ernest Henley
Da noite escura que me cobre,
Como uma cova de lado a lado,
Agradeço a todos os deuses
A minha alma invencível.
Nas garras ardis das circunstâncias,
Não titubeei e sequer chorei.
Sob os golpes do infortúnio
Minha cabeça sangra, ainda erguida.
Além deste vale de ira e lágrimas,
Assoma-se o horror das sombras,
E apesar dos anos ameaçadores,
Encontram-me sempre destemido.
Não importa quão estreita a passagem,
Quantas punições ainda sofrerei,
Sou o senhor do meu destino,
E o condutor da minha alma.
Declamado por Alan Bates – 2 vídeos – em inglês sem e com tradução – ver ambos
Танцует Владимир Васильев / Vladimir Vasiliev performs 1. A. Крейн. «Лауренсия» / Laurencia by A. Krein 2. Н. Черепнин. «Нарцисс» / Narcissus by N. Tcherepnin – 0:53 3. Л. Минкус. «Дон Кихот» / Don Quixote by L. Minkus(1969) – 5:14 4. С. Баласанян. «Лейли и Меджнун» / Leyli and Majnun by S. Balasanyan – 6:45 5. Р. Щедрин. «Конёк-Горбунок» / The Little Humpbacked Horse by R. Shchedrin – 9:15 6. С. Слонимский. «Икар» / Icarus by S. Slonimsky – 10:43 7. A. Адан. «Корсар» / Le Corsaire by A. Adam – 12:53 8. C. Прокофьев. «Ромео и Джульетта» / Romeo and Juliet by S. Prokofiev – 15:03 9. Ф. Дзеффирелли. Сцена из фильма «Травиата» / Scene from La Traviata by F. Zeffirelli – 21:42 10. Л. Минкус. «Дон Кихот» / Don Quixote by L. Minkus(1972) – 25:07 11. А. Хачатурян. «Спартак» / Spartacus by A. Khachaturian – 27:22 12. П. Чайковский. «Щелкунчик» / The Nutcracker by P. Tchaikovsky – 37:07 Все дуэты совместно с Екатериной Максимовой и Ниной Тимофеевой(Корсар)/ All duets together with Ekaterina Maximova and Nina Timofeeva(Le Corsaire) Официальный сайт артиста http://vasiliev.com Большой Балет – XX век / Bolshoi Ballet – XX сentury
Cómo decir que me parte en mil
Las esquinitas de mis huesos,
Que han caído los esquemas de mi vida
Ahora que todo era perfecto.
Y algo más que eso,
Me sorbiste el seso y me desciende el peso
De este cuerpecito mío
Que se ha convertido en río.
De este cuerpecito mío
Que se ha convertido en río.
Me cuesta abrir los ojos
Y lo hago poco a poco,
No sea que aún te encuentre cerca.
Me guardo tu recuerdo
Como el mejor secreto,
Que dulce fue tenerte dentro.
Hay un trozo de luz
En esta oscuridad
Para prestarme calma.
El tiempo todo calma,
La tempestad y la calma,
El tiempo todo calma,
La tempestad y la calma.
Siempre me quedará
La voz suave del mar,
Volver a respirar la lluvia que caerá
Sobre este cuerpo y mojará
La flor que crece en mi,
Y volver a reír
Y cada día un instante
Volver a pensar en ti.
En la voz suave del mar,
En volver a respirar la lluvia que caerá
Sobre este cuerpo y mojará
La flor que crece en mi,
Y volver a reír
Y cada día un instante
Volver a pensar en ti.
Cómo decir que me parte en mil
Las esquinitas de mis huesos,
Que han caído los esquemas de mi vida
Ahora que todo era perfecto.
Y algo más que eso,
Me sorbiste el seso
Y me desciende el peso
De este cuerpecito mío
Que se ha convertido en río.
Siempre me quedará
La voz suave del mar,
Volver a respirar la lluvia que caerá
Sobre este cuerpo y mojará
La flor que crece en mi,
Y volver a reír
Y cada día un instante
Volver a pensar en ti.
En la voz suave del mar,
En volver a respirar la lluvia que caerá
Sobre este cuerpo y mojará
La flor que crece en mi,
Y volver a reír
Y cada día un instante
Volver a pensar en ti.
Elïna Garanča – Victor Herbert, Les feuilles mortes. Arte Lounge Produite par la télé ARTE LONGUE, dans ce récitatif télévisé,
accompagné au piano par Victor Herbert dans l’ambiance jeune et bon enfant d’un café-concert Elïna ma sublime déesse du bel canto s’est muée en reine des chansons classiques avec une étonnante souplesse vocale en harmonie de la mimétique en tous genres des caractères et tempéraments: une magistrale démonstration de son étonnant talent de polyglotte autodidacte dans des chansons françaises, des lieder allemands et des songes anglais.
Dans son interprétation des « Les feuilles mortes » de Jacques Prévert, un grand classique pathétique de la chanson française, Elïna Garança n’a rien à envier aux meilleurs chansonniers et chansonnière francophones natifs de naguère avec son brio lyrique d’une grande aisance : les basses et les médianes feutrées des couleurs d’une délicate douceur féminine de sa voix, son élocution française impeccable, surprend et émerveille les jeunes du public décontracté. Peter, son « Cavalier de Prose » enchanté.
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Dans l’aria « Ah quel diner ! » de l’opérette « La Perichole » de Jacques Offenbach, accompagné de son jeune et jovial pianiste Victor Herbert à la touche pittoresque digne de l’ambiance enjouée, Elïna galvanise son jeune public décontracté jusqu’à l’extase par le passage du lyrisme pathétique au lyrisme comique avec une parfaite mimique du chant bachique d’une joyeuse fêtarde saoulée. Si ce n’était pas de l’exquise comédienne la maîtrise parfaite de ses gestes évocatrices et l’euphonie des lallations volubiles finement articulées d’ivrogne en goguette de sa voix adaptée aux plus incroyables variations du genre vocale, un spectateur superficiel aurait pu croire se trouver en présence de cette drôlesse d’Elïna, chantante devant le piano avec un grand coup de champagne dans le nez pour de vrai. Peter, son « Cavalier de Prose » enchanté.
A life performance of the Dutch group “the Analogues” of the complete Sgt Pepper album; They tried to make the sound identical to the album (only the vocals ofcourse not); they travelled the world to find the same instruments as the Fab4 used for the album; The result is in my opinion fantastic.
Full video of Vladimir Putin playing the piano and singing “Blueberry Hill”. The Russian prime minister is used to taking to the stage, but this time it was not for one of his speeches. Vladimir Putin made his audience sit up and take note, as he sang at a charity fundraiser.
A mais bela versão de uma das mais perfeitas músicas. Fausto e Zeca, que mais se pode dizer? Magistral. Do álbum “P’ro que der e vier”, letra de Eugénio de Andrade e música de António Pedro Braga e Fausto Bordalo Dias.
I’m on my hands and knees
searching every corner for my lost heart and soul
Hear me begging please
I’m searching every corner for my lost heart and soul
Now give me that Slow knowing smile
Like someone who may know their way
Give me that Slow knowing smile
That may make wanna say hey hey hey hey
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
I tell you what I do
I’m searching every corner for what I know is mine
I tell you what is true
My heart and my soul is what I need to find
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Like someone who knows where to go
Give me that Slow knowing smile
That may make me wanna say oh oh oh oh
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that
Slow knowing smile
Spring came far too early this year:
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the month,
or glad for the sky?
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
suddenly didn’t seem to matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell to things
I’m really glad I’ve left behind?
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground
and buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;
and every creature living now,
then will surely die…
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
The birds don’t know if it’s time yet to fly;
they don’t know which way to go
and, my friend,
neither do I.
Tango with Lions are the project of singer/song-writer Kat, and were originally conceived in 2006 after the musical dressing of diaries, photos and book-reading influences. A band was officially formed during a summer-time jam in 2007, in a beach house with former members Johniethin and Dana. Johnniethin’s blues-folk guitar playing and harmonica style, met cellist Stavros’ confident melodies and Dana’s delicate clarinet sound to complete what the debut album “Verba Time” represents. Since the recording sessions during 2009-2010 with producer Ottomo at Fab Liquid Studios, the line up has changed, with Yannos now playing guitars and the appearance of drums. Tango with Lions is seen as a collective of day-dreamers, hard-workers and music-lovers. The album “Verba Time” got released by InnerEar Records on June 21st, 2010 and was warmly welcomed by critics and audience. Tango with Lions are currently giving concerts along with preparing new songs.”
David Hurn reveals the story and the process behind an iconic image of The Beatles’ Ringo Starr
In 1964 The Beatles starred in the feature film A Hard Day’s Night. Blurring the lines between the reality of their pop-star status and fiction, the film follows several days in the life of the group as they navigate television appearances and record label executives. Coming at the height of ‘Beatlemania’ the screaming fans depicted in the film were mirrored by the hoards of fanatic young girls that would await the band at all of their public appearances. David Hurn, following a tradition of Magnum photographers working on film sets, took this photograph of fans eyeing Ringo Starr on the moving train, where the film was primarily shot.
The Behind the Image series uncovers the untold stories that lie behind some of the most-well known images by Magnum photographers. Here, we speak to Magnum photographer and judge of the 2017 LensCulture and Magnum Photography Awards David Hurn to discuss the sequence of events that led to the surreal moment, and what might have happened had he not taken that shot.
What is happening in this photograph?
The photograph was shot in 1964 during the making of the film A Hard Days Night, a film staring The Beatles. Ringo Starr (Richard Starkey, MBE), is sitting in the carriage of an old-fashioned train. Fans have invaded the train and are looking through the outside window.
En la vida conoci mujer igual a la Flaca
Coral negro de la Habana, tremendisima mulata
Cien libras de piel y hueso, cuarenta kilos de Salsa
En la cara dos soles que sin palabras hablan
Que sin palabras hablan
La Flaca duerme de dia, dice que asi el hambre engaña
Cuando cae la noche baja a bailar a la Tasca
Y bailar y bailar, y tomar y tomar
Una cerveza tras otra pero ella nunca engorda
Pero ella nunca engorda
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Aunque solo uno fuera
Mojé mis sabanas blancas, como dice la canción
Recordando las caricias que me brindó el primer día
Y enloquezco de ganas de dormir a su ladito
Porque Dios que esta flaca a mi me tiene loquito
O-oh, a mi me tiene loquito
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Como nena ven, quiero que te muevas y sentir tu piel
Amigo maior que o pensamento
Por essa estrada amigo vem
Por essa estrada amigo vem
Não percas tempo que o vento
É meu amigo também
Não percas tempo que o vento
É meu amigo também
Em terras
Em todas as fronteiras
Seja benvindo quem vier por bem
Seja benvindo quem vier por bem
Se alguém houver que não queira
Trá-lo contigo também
Se alguém houver que não queira
Trá-lo contigo também
Aqueles
Aqueles que ficaram
Em toda a parte todo o mundo tem
Em toda a parte todo o mundo tem
Em sonhos me visitaram
Traz outro amigo também
Em sonhos me visitaram
Traz outro amigo também
Ночь светла. Над рекой
Тихо светит луна.
И блестит серебром
Голубая волна.
Темный лес Там в тиши
Изумрудных ветвей
Звонких песен своих
Не поет соловей.
Под луной расцвели
Голубые цветы.
Они в сердце моем
Пробудили мечты.
К тебе грезой лечу,
Твое имя шепчу.
Милый друг, нежный друг,
По тебе я грущу.
Ночь светла. Над рекой
Тихо светит луна.
И блестит серебром
Голубая волна.
В эту ночь при луне
На чужой стороне,
Милый друг, нежный друг,
Помни ты обо мне.
Light is the Night. The moon is
Shining quietly over the river.
And there is silver moonshine
On the blue wave.
The forest is dark. The nightingale isn’t singing
Loudly its songs
On the emerald-green branches
Of the silent trees.
The blue flowers
Are in full bloom in the moonshine.
They have awakened dreams
In my heart.
I’m flying to you in my dreams,
Whispering your name.
My sweetheart, my darling,
I’m longing for you.
My darling, I’m still longing
For you this night.
My sweetheart, my darling,
I recall you in the moonlight ,
this night, still loving you
As much as always.
My sweetheart, my darling,
Remember me
Over there, in your homeland,
In the moonlight, this night.
My sweetheart, my darling,
Remember me…
I’ve nothing much to offer
There’s nothing much to take
I’m an absolute beginner
But I’m absolutely sane
As long as we’re together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we’re absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean
Just like the films
There’s no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It’s absolutely true
Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can’t shake
Oh, we’re absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as you’re still smiling
There’s nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we’re absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
We’re certain to succeed
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Sail over heartaches
Just like the films
If there’s reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It’s absolutely true
Angie, Angie
When will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
With no lovin’ in our souls and no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, Angie
You can’t say we never tried
Angie, you’re beautiful
But I hate that sadness in your eyes
Angie, I still love you baby
Remember all those nights we cried
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here? Yeah
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, I still love you baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain’t a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain’t it good to be alive
Angie, Angie, you can’t say we never tried.
La chanteuse indienne Kiran Ahluwalia est tombée sous le charme des rythmes et des guitares tamashek puisqu’elle a enregistré 1 titre avec Tinariwen et 2 autres avec Terakaft. L’album s’intitule “Aam Zameen” et est produit par Justin Adams (producteur dans le passé de 2 albums de Tinariwen).
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