https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/le-portrait-de-dorian

"J'ai cru pendant longtemps pouvoir changer les choses
Comme l'ont fait bien d'autres avant moi
Que ce soit par des mots, une idée, un riff de guitare
Je ne crois pas au talent mais à la volonté, car c'est elle qui règne sur le temps
La falaise ne s'érode t'elle pas sous les vagues qui la cogne pendant des siècles ?
Hier, la vie déposait dans nos mains une bien belle page blanche parfumée d'avenir"

Le portrait de Dorian

Waiting For Spring - new

Waiting For Spring

A poetic collaboration with @sugaarpan (sugaarpan.bandcamp.com) about lost love

LYRICS in German:

ER_BEDEUTETE_IHR

Er bedeutete ihr

sein Bild
im Nebel trübt

Sehnsucht
schwer in ihrer Seele wiegt

Er floss mit ihr
auf all ihren Wegen

wunschesgleich
doch stumm
der Beginn einer Liebe

tief liegend strömt in ihren Adern
allein sein Sein schweigt für sie fern

hoffnungsverhangen
öffnete sie

so groß wie die Welt
die sie dachte mit ihm

Gutes im Herzen
aus dem Grau
ein Lichtstrahl für
ihn auf dem Weg
als vertraue er ihr

allein

Er bedeutete ihr

ER_BEDEUTETE_IHR

Lyrics and music: Michele Ansani (1998).
Inspired by a Robert Musil's short story ("The Perfecting of a Love", 1911).
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

Like some others I have already posted, this is a song from the late 1990s, recorded then with a Korg D8. I remixed the surviving file, working on volume and equalisation after separating the tracks, and adding some stuff. 

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

nervously looked at the stranger
at that moment his beard lit up for a moment
she guessed there solidity, naturalness
and everything reconnected, she was there...

It flashed in her mind that already other times
The thing had begun in the same way, it was so...
And at the thought for an instant a voluptuous horror touched her
A voluptuous abulic horror
as before a sin yet unnamed

she wondered if he could have noticed
that she was looking at him
and her body filled with a slight sensuality
she seemed to be swimming in darkness before him
dissolved and impalpable like pale foam

so they travelled close
and little by little crept back into her thoughts
that restlessness
she tried to tell herself
that it was only the disturbance
of that sudden solitary journey
among strangers
soon afterwards instead she believed
that it was the wind that enveloped her
in a rigid frost

there was suddenly
a light high and clear on her past
as on an indescribable landscape of mysterious order
was a strange sense of the future
as if everything
that seemed long past
still lived on

furtively she sought the stranger
at that moment his hand for a moment
caressed her
she sensed in it a natural solidity
and everything reconnected
they were there ...

and thought of days
strangely distinct
from all the others
open before them
like a fugue of remote rooms
and joined with a hasty laugh
to the conversation

----

nervosamente guardò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua barba per un attimo s’illuminò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò, lei era lì…

le balenò in mente che già altre volte
la cosa nello stesso modo incominciò, era così...
ed al pensiero per un istante la sfiorò
un orrore voluttuoso abulico
come davanti a un peccato ancora senza nome

si chiese se potesse essersi accorto
che lei lo guardava
e il suo corpo si colmò di una leggera sensualità
le sembrava di nuotare nelle tenebre davanti a lui
dissolta e impalpabile come pallida schiuma

così viaggiarono vicini
e poco a poco ritornò ad insinuarsi nei suoi pensieri
quell’inquietudine
cercò di dirsi
che era solo il turbamento
di quell'improvviso viaggio solitario
fra gente estranea
subito dopo invece poi credeva
che fosse il vento che l’avvolgeva
in un gelo rigido

vi fu improvvisamente
una luce alta e chiara sul suo passato
come su un paesaggio indescrivibile dall’ordine misterioso
era uno strano senso di futuro
come se tutto ciò
che pareva da lungo tempo passato
vivesse ancora

furtivamente cercò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua mano per un attimo
l’accarezzò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò
erano lì ...

e pensavano a giorni
stranamente distinti
da tutti gli altri
aperti davanti a loro
come una fuga di stanze remote
e si unirono con un riso precipitoso
alla conversazione

La Conversazione *

Beautiful Equation

This description is here to get more plays and engagement. I was told this, thought about it, and decided to write this description. Now that I am two sentences into it, I feel a certain sense of reward or accomplishment. It feels nice. Kind of like felt. Felt feels nice.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFpFQbBhT-k

Quintessential Embrace

Right Here

Sunday Muse

Machine Ceremony

Free Album

K G G - Machine Love

Banane-

Africana Brass

Dont you love me at all prod. VELVET

poetry & performance sounds mixed into visual art & paintings

a poet stopped trying to fit into life, world and universe.

ER_BEDEUTETE_IHR

Sophie_T