Sonidos de Madrid Buscando Palabras is a sonic journey in the city.

Field recording taken in August 2023 at:
Reina Sofia Museum
Mercadillo de El Rastro
Centro de Arte Flamenco y Danza Española
Teatro Flamenco
Mercado San Miguel
Mercado Antonio Martin

Sonidos De Madrid Buscando Palabras

“Civil Twilight”

art work: Bianca Van Dijk via Pixabay

てのひらの
器の中に
火を点す
市民薄明
夜　はやく来い
影の子ら
ねぐらに帰れ
鐘も鳴れ

Light a fire in a palm bowl.
Civil twilight.
Night, come quickly.
Children of the shadows, return to your roosts.
Bells, ring more.

Vocals: Vocaloid Yukari
Field recording: Recorded at a certain location in Tokyo. 
The evening chimes ring, urging children to return home.
Children playing in the park shout, "I don't want to go home yet! I still want to play!".

Civil Twilight

Dix De Der

Cover art: www.instagram.com/claudio.solli/

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Surface - Fiori DS

Sax ensemble, sax solo and mastering, Mario Sboarina https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia 
Sonopoetry (stream of consciousness technique) and mixing, Ilaria Boffa
pic, Euganean Hills, June 2023, IB

Elegy
The river is no longer that river
the landscape not that landscape
you used to skirt and redraw.

I see you crossing soybean fields 
dauntless and determined like an African woman 
balancing a basket on her head.

I wish I could plunge my fingers
into your fur dense and wavier 
and pretend I hadn’t counted your vertebrae. 

Cracks smash the meadow, unsteady 
the narrow access to the bight, boots tag along 
tearing off lianas behind you.

The damp of splashes in the swoosh and chirp
of countless plants and flights
over four thousand four hundred eighty-six days.

Pervasive your gaze on things
the way you located yourself in space
never arbitrary.

Head held down to meet mine
wilderness and wild thistles’ scent
bora.

When dismay floods in, sudden
a pang of loneliness sucks up the void
crushing it in the throat tightened 

as if by rope.
Thus you unveiled surrender and
what has been will not be.

Elegia
Il fiume non è più quel fiume 
il paesaggio non più quel paesaggio
che eri solita costeggiare e ridisegnare. 

Ti vedo attraversare i campi di soia
impavida e determinata come una donna africana
la cesta sul capo.

Vorrei poter affondare le mie dita
nel tuo pelo spesso e ondulato
e fingere di non aver contato le vertebre.

Crepe spaccano il terreno, instabile 
lo stretto accesso all’ansa, gli stivali inseguono 
strappano liane dietro di voi.

Umido di schizzi nel fruscio e cinguettio
di innumerevoli piante e voli
in quattromilaquattrocentoottantasei giorni.

Pervasivo il tuo sguardo sulle cose 
il modo di posizionarti nello spazio
mai casuale.

La testa abbassata a incontrare la mia 
odore di landa e cardi selvatici
bora.

Quando assale improvviso lo sgomento 
una fitta di solitudine risucchia il vuoto
e lo preme nella gola costretta 

come da corda.
Così hai rivelato la resa e
ciò che è stato non sarà.

Elegy/Elegia (Mario Sboarina & Ilaria Boffa)

The Power of  Sound

pulled underneath

3 hour flip.
Original Track - https://youtu.be/WbpZVKvDkFk?si=0VF446w-L1UKrz_y
Vox & Lyrics - https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21744/poom-pow-115bpm-pop-acapella

pulled underneath

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