Mon interprétation de cette oeuvre magnifique créée par Marco Lucchi : https://soundcloud.com/marcolucchi/die-ewige-wiederkunft-des-gleichen/comment-1349619334

Merci Marco pour cette invitation.

Orchestral Tools - ARKHIS - 3 Layers : String Ensemble - Quiet Longs, Harp Orchestra - Quiet Longs, Harp Ensemble - Stutter

Die Ewige Wiederkunft Des Gleichen [Marco Lucchi] Mon Interprétation

Magic ?

Comme une libellule

Letra: Rafael Moraira
Música, orquestación y producción: Rafael Serrano

English
11th century. Ishbiliya. The Seville of taifas, the "flat city", also poetically called Alquivira (The Great).
Legend has it that the Poet King Almotamid or Almutamid, trying to spin some verses on the banks of the Rio Grande (Guad-al-Quivir) could not find the foot of one of them:
"The breeze turns the river into a chainmail coat..."
When, faced with his poetic blockage, a female voice behind him, hidden in the vegetation of the river, concluded:
"There is no better chainmail than the one frozen by the river."
It was the slave Itimad, called Romaiquiya, who would become his beloved Queen in an idyllic taifa. Until the invasion of the Almoravids banished him forever to Ahmad, near Morocco, where, faithful and in love, Itimad followed her until her last days.
You can visit her splendid Mausoleum there. And perhaps you will hear those verses that today are... nothing.
Like almost everything that was that Great City.

Español
Siglo XI. Ishbiliya. La Sevilla de taifas, la "ciudad llana", también llamada poéticamente Alquivira (La Grande).
Cuenta le leyenda que el Rey Poeta Almotamid o Almutamid, tratando de hilar unos versos a orillas del Río Grande (Guad-al-Quivir) no encontraba el pie a uno de ellos:
“La brisa convierte al río en una cota de malla…” 
Cuando, ante su bloqueo poetico, una voz femenina a sus espaldas, oculta en la vegetación del río, concluyó:
“Mejor cota no se halla como la congele el río.”
Era la esclava Itimad, llamada la Romaiquiya, que llegaría a ser su amada Reina en una taifa idílica. Hasta que la invasión de los almorávides lo desterró para siempre a Ahmad, cerca de Marruecos, a donde, fiel y enamorada, la siguió hasta sus últimos días Itimad.
Podéis visitar allí su espléndido Mausoleo. Y quizás oigáis esos versos que hoy son... nada.
Como casi todo lo que fue aquella Gran Ciudad.


LETRA:

Ay, Alquivira!.
El viento hacía del agua,
ay, Alquivira,
rizos de nácar.
Almotamid divagaba:
"Yo te quisiera hilvanar 
 en una cota de malla,
 y el río no se deja hilar".
Ay, Alquivira!.
Si el relente te helara...
Ay, Alquivira!.
Ay, mi Alquivira!.
Oyó una voz a su espalda:
"Cómo lo quieres helar
 si la calor de Sevilla 
 son los ojos de Itimad?".

Ay, Alquivira!.
Qué nos queda ya?.
Ni casi río ni rey
ni el sol de Romaiquiya...

Ay, Alquivira!
El tiempo hace del agua,
ay, Alquivira,
rizos de nada.
Almotamid cada mayo
de las prisiones de Ahmad
va a Alquivira de la mano
del fantasma de Itimad.
Oye una voz la Giralda:
"Cómo te quieres helar
 si la calor de Sevilla 
 son los ojos de Itimad?".

¡Ay! Alquivira

This Is a Hybridtrack..   But it have a message..   A Imortant one!! 

Der Unter Gang

Interlude

Sky
Editing tidak diperlukan
Instagram : _farays

DEMO written, performed, & produced in Logic by Kate E. Stanton 2/23/25 for FAWM
I recently attended a composer's workshop with the instruction of creating a song based off of specific pitches tied to letters in a name. I chose M-O-L-L-Y (Gb, G#, D#, D#, C#) for my inspiration and created this for my daughter. 

Gold
You came in the dark, where light was so far,
Lost in my loneliness, you are a star.
A dream I’d hoped to see, & hold so tight,
Innocence bold, like purest light.

Heart of gold
My shining stone 
A ray of hope in all I've ever known,
In your eyes, 
I want to be
The very best 
version of me.

No money buys what I have found,
This treasure of gold, she's always around
floating freely in my mind 
freely in my heart like
an inner child 

That’s why I love you.
I love you,
heart of gold.
I want to be the best version of me.

Gold

'Ruglen's Wee Roon Lums' Inspired by the Glasgow tongue twister "Ruglen's Wee Roon Lums Reek Briskly". translation "there is a lot of smoke from the tenement chimneys in Rutherglen".  

Sleeping Warriors

Ruglens Wee Roon Lums

Ruglen's Wee Roon Lums

Who Cooked the Cat ? - Short Movie main theme. Now on Fetchflix

Bill, Bob, Barry, and Beth are roommates, and once a week, on Saturday, they cook themselves a feast with a special meat. This week, they planned to prepare a rabbit meal. However, the disappearance of Furrball McFluff, their cat, went unnoticed—until a serious unease arose within the cooking team. 
So... who cooked the cat?

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. And for those who did not get it, Fetchflix TV is also fictitious.”

Music: Syrel 
Photography: Syrel, Microwave Oven Cook Book Cover (1987)

Musical notes: Yes I kind of borrowed a part of the main theme of Voyage to the bottom of the sea by Paul Sawtell but I also twisted it so much.

Who Cooked the cat ?

Don't Dull Your Light

I am human, flaws and all
Use Real human artists on subscription loops with GarageBand DAW.
- Digby 🙏