"Família" -
Deixei de ter com quem falar,
quis amarrar-vos nos dedos
o segredo eterno da Vida,
mas mais perto ficou a saudade.
ainda aguardo a mão
que me venha erguer
e espero na calçada rubra
que me abrace.
Procuro alguém com quem falar,
pelo caminho colho as lágrimas
que não consigo chorar.
Invento máscaras multifaces
para disfarçar
o constante perder.
Disfarço
nos sorrisos abertos
um muro enorme coberto de vazio.
Busco incompreensivelmente a dor
e mascaro-me de solidão.
Hoje vi-me ao espelho
e sei dizer os vossos nomes
sem vogais.
Copyright 2008 "Velvet" Beatriz Vicente
All rights reserved
(PT)...apenas eu e o meu baixo com a criação de uns tapetes sonoros...explorar e partilhar ideias...
um projecto a solo de Paulo Vicente nasci em Lisboa (Portugal)
...toco baixo desde 1987,
vegetariano (não como os meus amigos), adoro teatro,fotografia,viajar e comer imenso!!!
(EN)... just me and my bass with the creation of a soundscapes... explore and share ideas ...
a solo project of Paulo Vicente
born in Lisbon (Portugal)
...playing bass since 1987,
vegeterian (i dont eat my friends),love theater,photography,traveling and eating a lot!!!
POROS - "LABASS" EP DOWNLOAD WERE
HOLA ONE & POROS - "LOST" EP -
with. BRIDGET WISHARD,
SUBTERMINAL,
LIBELT,
MANDRAGORA...
OUT IN DECEMBER 2009 by AudioTong Netlabel
1944-45. Oil on canvas, 66 x 51 cm. Fundación Gala - Salvador - Dali, Figueras
Gala has often been depicted in Dali's works. One might even say that she is the only woman whose face and silouette appear there incessantly; the painter says, "She is the rarest being to see, the superstar who cannot in any case be compared with La Callas or Grete Garbo, because one may see them often, whereas Gala is an invisible being, the antiexhibitionist par excellence. At Salvador Dali's home, there are two prime ministers; one is my wife, Gala, and the other is Salvador Dali. Salvador Dali and Gala are the two unique beings capable of mathematically moderating and exalting my divine madness."
When I dream I'm far away in a rainbow land where the sun always shines at night a thousand stars in the sky are the wind gently through the woods, pulling me gently touched me with his caresses and whispers to me from talking with a waterfall as pure and clear one thousand raindrops in which all the colors break l onging melts away and one is born with the power of hope and amazement never looks his way and ending on the horizon in free and submerged in the sea of stark beauty shines in the world are all miracles are possible dreams come true.
Would like to thank all my heart for the good wishes and thoughts that you give me, you send a greeting and wish you a great day, lots of light and love for you Darling
In a psychiatrist's waiting room two patients are having a conversation. One says to the other, "Why are you here?" The second answers, "I'm Napoleon, so the doctor told me to come here." The first is curious and asks, "How do you know that you're Napoleon?" The second responds, "God told me I was." At this point, a patient on the other side of the room shouts, "NO I DIDN'T!"
Pending the new release "Melotonine" (release date coming soon), i decided to offer you a part of my best recent works in a free EP, "Cupboard Replacement", downloadable in all numeric formats with special graphic art works by Flint on Music AutOmatiK's Website :
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…I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs…
…I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!–Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.
