Adelma is one of the cities described by Marco Polo to Emperor Kublai Khan in Italo Calvino's book Invisible Cities. Adelma is part of the Cities and Memory thematic series. It is a reflection on memory, mourning, and the fact that at a certain age, the dead outnumber the living in the traveler's mind.

Adelma est l'une des villes décrites par Marco Polo à l'empereur Kublai Khan dans le livre Les Villes invisibles d'Italo Calvino. Adelma est classée dans la série thématique des Villes et la Mémoire. Elle est une réflexion sur le fait qu'à un certain âge, les morts sont plus nombreux dans l'esprit du voyageur que les vivants.

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Adelma

Thank you. It's hard to convey Japanese sentiment. On the surface, it comes across as cover art, but I aim to create a sound that coexists within techno music.

A work of destroying（301）

A night walk in Paris in a little street. That's when you hear piano music coming from a private jazz club inviting you to contemplate the moonlight.

Moonlight Jazz

I started writing this in the seventies and first recorded it in the eighties. Finally decided to give it a new try. Just piano and vocals, with a touch of acoustic guitar, accordeon, and a few more details to bring joy and variety to the face of the land.

Assenta os dois pés na beira do abismo.
Enfrenta o mar. Resiste ao vento.
Não caias. Não temas.
Para quê nervosismo?
Despreza a vertigem. Respira o momento.
Não olhes para terra.
Verás a origem de tanta aventura,
de tanto lamento,
do patriotismo.
Verás desse monte os mastros desertos
que crescem e murcham no longe horizonte
com os braços abertos.
Cada barco carrega uma cruz
constrói um caminho no mar-labirinto de ventos incertos
e estradas de luz.

Os mastros por vezes dão frutos
e trazem notícias, saudades,
carícias de vagas fatais
que inventaram delícias
para os cascos cansados que dormem no cais.

E quando uma voz chamar na distância
verás a sereia, o ouro, a ganância.
Cairás com um grito.
Verás nessa altura que a pátria é um mito.
Só existe a vontade, a aventura, a ilusão.
Só existe a saudade que levas contigo
como um porto de abrigo no teu coração.

A saudade vai
no teu coração
como um porto de abrigo.

The Google translator produced a nice English translation:

Place both feet on the edge of the abyss.
Face the sea. Resist the wind.
Don't fall. Don't be afraid.
Why be nervous?
Ignore vertigo. Breathe in the moment.
Don't look at land.
You will see the origin of so much adventure,
of so much lamentation,
of patriotism.

From that mountain you will see the deserted masts
that grow and wither on the distant horizon
with open arms.
Each boat carries a cross
and builds a path in the labyrinthine sea of ​​uncertain winds
and roads of light.

The masts sometimes bear fruit
and bring news, memories,
caresses of fatal waves
that invented delights
for the tired hulls that sleep on the dock.

And when a voice calls in the distance
you will see the mermaid, the gold, the greed.
You will fall with a scream.
At that moment you will see that the homeland is a myth.
There is only the desire, the adventure, the illusion.
There is only the longing that you carry with you
like a safe haven in your heart.

Longing goes
in your heart
like a safe haven.

Porto De Abrigo

If You Want Out

Full Album:

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Lost Mixtape

you can feel it
in your veins

like a healin'
helping hand

no small wonder
back again

a cold trigger
with a spin

here it comes again

very fragile
you need help

u imagine
to the hilt

feelin'
natural

leonardo
true to form

true to form

i love these cool little tigers
so elegant...full of secrets...so cheeky and full of pride...so beautiful and so full of power...simply wonderful creatures

Cool Mr. K

Little Man : Bass, drums & mix
PdB Orchestra :  All other instruments & vocal

Blues As Blues Can Get

little draft ....  an improvized dialog of trumpet & trombone, each blown on my Akai EWI USB, on a simple cyclic backing created with vst and a midi tool with the nice name "modal random" for the keyboard :-) ... Actually, it's always about the “intersection” that decides on dissent or consensus. However, each fact in itself already changes its value due to the frame of reference of the respective observer.  It becomes crazy when those involved in the exchange completely abandon the basis of “facts” and allow themselves to be guided only by emotions.

true to form

cam-o the chameleon