filling my shadows
glorious rays bringing growth
heavenly ascent

haiku by Jennifer Doty https://twitter.com/jenncord

picture by Elton Sa https://unsplash.com/@bigeruta

For more information visit http://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku

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halF heavenlY [naviarhaiku480]

Here is a short tribute to my uncle who sadly passed away just before Christmas last year. You couldn't meet a more decent and fine man, hence my tribute offers him a hero's burial. 

On a musical and technical level, the project became corrupt and kept crashing in my PC every 5 minutes so it's underdeveloped and underfinished so I just had to try and drag it to some kind of fast conclusion to get through it and give it sense.

SOFTWARE USED :
FL Studio
Cinematic Studio Series (Strings, Woodwinds, Brass)
Pacific Cello from Performance Samples
Taylor Davis Violin
Cinematic Strings 2
CineBrass
CinePercussion
True Strike 1
Berlin Woodwinds + Berlin Woodwinds Soloists 1
Berlin Inspire 1 Harp
Randy's Celeste
Choirs : Oceania 1, Olympus Micro, Streznov Essentials
Reverb : Cinematic Rooms
Mastering by Cloudbounce

© 2023 Paul Cassidy
THE REPRODUCTION OF THE MUSIC HEREIN CONTAINED IS PROHIBITED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS CONSENT OF THE AUTHOR.

Viking Funeral

Eyes On Lights

Dream A Big Dream

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.

Serenity

Meditant

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