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Nancy Vieira: "A princesa da voz de oiro"
Dizer que Nancy Vieira é cabo-verdiana poderia ser uma forma de justificar a sua inata musicalidade. Mas não fica tudo dito. Da sua forma de estar e de interpretar as coisas da vida emerge um caudal de emoções que, por entre tristezas e alegrias, reflecte um pouco da sua personalidade. Não há ódio, nem raiva, nem revolta na sua voz. Em vez disso, há doçura e subtileza. Há ritmo e firmeza. Há sentimento e interpretação. Cabo Verde é inspiração. É causa e efeito no seu canto. O mundo é o auditório e parte integrante de uma miscelânea cultural que a influencia.
Tendo como ponto de partida os ritmos tradicionais de Cabo Verde, Nancy Vieira ultrapassa as fronteiras das ilhas, criando elos de ligação com sonoridades de outros pontos do mundo, em particular da América do Sul. Acompanhada por um grupo de excelentes e versáteis músicos, Nancy Vieira apoia a sua voz apenas em instrumentos acústicos, destacando-se a simplicidade e o bom gosto dos arranjos musicais.
Com três discos editados – Nôs Raça, Segred e Lus – Nancy Vieira tem cantado em Portugal, Cabo Verde e um pouco por todo o mundo. A sua voz tão peculiar tem sido pretexto para ser convidada a participar em discos e espectáculos de inúmeros artistas de entre os quais se destacam Rui Veloso, Ala dos Namorados e Dany Silva.
Hello, Nancy, How are you? I just wonted to stop by and Share some music on your space. have a fabulous seccessful week, much Luv. Recording Artist: "Tony Gauff"
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
You have surely heard about the tragic death of a brave young woman who was murdered in Iran just for peacefully protesting with her father on the streets of Teheran.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Honra minha ser vosso amigo. Agradeço a atenção. Alguém disse e todos concordam... "Nunca um poema e uma musica descreveram tão bem a realidade de um país, Portugal. TERRA DE CEGOS, do Dom Rui. É FUNDAMENTAL OUVIR E DIVULGAR" Contamos contigo. O melhor para ti e aqueles que mais adoras. SAÚDE, AMOR, PAZ e PROGRESSO. Vamos continuar a manter contacto.
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not Be my friend? -
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou friendship not me?
I know you don't know me, but you add me as your friend, and I'm honored to be one of your friends. My name is Kyle Elliott, 22 years old, 5' 10", 205lbs, green eyes
and a mixture of French and African American spices.
I'm part of the newest singing group from the the family of
Whitney Houston, Dionne Warwick and Smokey Robinson. It's the first time
that the family has put together a all boys singing group. And I hope we won't let you down.
All I want to do is be one of your friends , if you don't mind, if I could send you a poem now and then,
write about the things that happen to me in this crazy music business.
Or just keep in touch to see how you're doing in life.
I just finished college and join together with my brothers Shermaine Jaqu'el and Frederick and
my god brother Jason (DNA). We gave up our friends, family and life for the family.
I guess you can say we sold our souls (smile).
And the song"If These Wall Could Talk" is just for you .
I hope 2009 brings you joy and much love. Just think about it, if our walls could talk.
