Very well done! I love the switch of the time signature from 4/4 to 3/4!

Beautiful composition, smooth and poetic. The performance is very good providing a remarkable atmosphere.

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Written and produced by João Gonçalves 

String arrangement by Iat U Hong 

Esther Li - Piano
Iat U Hong - Violins


Sem fim instrumental (acoustic version)

A light and elegant solo piano piece.
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Perfect for weddings, love stories, family or romantic contents.
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Morning Tune – Romantic Music – Free Download

Geralt leaves the mansion for the woods. He takes shelter there. The following morning, Geralt returns to the mansion, after all, someone or something killed those merchant and that young woman. In the courtyard, Geralt is faced by a beautiful young woman named Vereena, unfortunately Vereena turns out to be a Bruxxa, responsible for the murders! Geralt is on the defensive as the creature is much faster than him, he is in the fight for his life! Out of nowhere Nivellen moves to distract her, Vereena is determined to take Nivellen down with her. Geralt slays Vereena, but her act of love, mixed with her blood finally lifts Nivellen's curse, he is now a man again.

Vereena

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Available on all digital platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, Deezer, Tidal, among others.

Música por Wladimir Martínez.

Fotografía por Valentina Cabrera.

Nocturno N°2 Taciturna

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Music by Wladimir Martínez

Nyarlathotep

And at the last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.

Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play,
The idiot Chaos blew Earth’s dust away.

H.P. Lovecraft (1890-1937)

Música por Wladimir Martínez

Nyarlathotep

Y por fin desde el interior de Egipto vino
el extraño Oscuro ante el que se inclinaban los campesinos;
silencioso, descarnado, enigmáticamente altivo,
envuelto en sedas rojas como las llamas del ocaso.
A su alrededor se congregaban las ansiosas multitudes,
pero al retirarse no podían repetir lo que habían oido;
mientras la pavorosa noticia corría entre las naciones:
las bestias salvajes le seguían lamiéndole las manos.

Pronto comenzó en el mar un nacimiento pernicioso;
tierras olvidadas con agujas de oro cubiertas de algas;
se abrió el suelo y se abatieron furiosas auroras
sobre las estremecidas ciudadelas de los hombres.
Entonces, aplastando lo que por placer había moldeado,
El Caos idiota barrió el polvo de la Tierra.

H.P. Lovecraft (1890-1937)

Nyarlathotep

...too catchy, therefore worthless...

Sometimes we lose

Sometimes We Lose

‘Jardin du passé’, which means garden of the past, talks about the ghosts of past love stories, lived halfway or to the fullest, dreamed or for real, leaving behind only the nostalgic memory of what was supposed to be the love of a life, but ended up revealing itself as being only a big fantasy.

In this song, Inyha evokes the often thin border between reality and imagination, passionate love and love for passion, unjustified nostalgia and memories we want to keep close to our heart.

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Written, recorded and produced by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

Inyha Contact Info:
https://www.instagram.com/inyhamusic/
http://www.inyha.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLagoRX48FumzRA7rdo3PkA


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PAROLES :

Des tournesols un mois d’aout
dans ta voiture sur la route
un baiser, un sourire, tes histoires

Comme dans un rêve aveuglée
par ton charme, tes idées
j’étais folle amoureuse d’un fantôme

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et de promesses d’une vie à deux

Tu es parti sans aucun bruit
Mais ton fantôme continue 
à me hanter inconnu par téléphone

Quand je réponds à mon tour
pas un mot de retour
O je demande juste une chose, c’est d’oublier

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et les promesses dans le vent s’envolaient

Tu ne vaux pas la peine
d’un souvenir, d’un totem
dans mon grand jardin du passé.

Tu m’aimais bien jamais
Aujourd’hui, je le sais
Et ton fantôme a disparu
tout comme toi…

pouf

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Mais il y a que moi qui vraiment y croyais.

Les tournesols de l’époque
ont fané depuis longtemps
ton sourire, tes baisers
sont oubliés.





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LYRICS:


GARDEN OF THE PAST

Sunflowers, in the month of August, 
in your car on the road.
A kiss, a smile, your stories 

Like in a dream
blinded by your charm, your ideas
I was crazily in love with a ghost. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises of a life together 

You left without a sound 
But your ghost continues 
to haunt me unknown by telephone 

When I answer on my end 
not a word back 
Oh, I just ask for one thing and that is to forget. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises that flew off with the wind.

You’re not worthy
of a memory, of a totem 
in my big garden of the past. 

You never really loved me 
Today, I know it
And your ghost has disappeared 
just like you…

puff

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
but I was the only one, who really believed in it. 

The sunflowers from once upon a time 
have wilted long ago.
Your smile, your kisses
have been forgotten.

Jardin du passé

House of Zina, Pt. 2

Le baise main (House of Zina Remix)

Cinematic music inspired by Thomas Newman's work

Journey to the West

Take Me To The Page

Grainy Days

GRAINY DAYS

Bio https://linksome.me/the-rooms

The Rooms is a collective project that started in suburban Lisbon more than a decade ago. It evolves through numerous and constant collaboration, musically and visually.

The majority of its years based in Macau, South East Asia, it has been able to gather from time to time local and international artists and musicians inside a room, located on the high rise industrial buildings down by the city´s docks. 

The Rooms is an audio visual colective of individuals. It lives on numerous and constant collaboration. It crosses worlds, connected, interconnected, interwoven, intertwined, present, and alive. It feeds on cultural fire, references, history, language, music, dance, film, and art.

 It's cinematic.

We're back to the outskirts of Lisbon. Deep in its industrial and production tissue. Where factories meet residential areas and social housing flats. Gas stations and warehouses. Empty fields abandoned or unfilled. Blocks and boxes locked in cold cement amidst the perpetual hum of super highways and city orbital roads.

A makeshift territory to shelter multitudes.

Where we'll be pressing on,  grinding away, hammering on organical mechanics, aiming to continue to do the best music and visuals we can. Inspired by the raw, coarse, rough, and unpolished ways of the worlds that surround and live inside us, we'll be tailoring some new fabric soon. 

The Rooms music is a fruit of love and a soundtrack for the times we are living. Between the dark and the light is where we meet and play. 

Thank you for your ears

Sem fim instrumental (acoustic version)

The Rooms

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