Signs
of Earth come to my ears, I hear you singing
a different
song from those I am used to sing along
and all I
needed, it seems, was just that song
that the warm
and distant winds insist on bringing
Please,
keep on singing this tender lullaby...
These songs
from distant shores could make me cry
but I still
need some tears to erase my sorrow...
I
would keep on asking the winds about my life
but their could
answers could hurt me as a knife
and some pale
stars beg me to wait for tomorrow...
(a poem to a poet...)
Robertson Frizero Barros
Madredeus.... what is
Madredeus?...
People struggle to find an
answer to that vain question, only to discover that music doesn't
need to be described.
Oscar Wilde once said
"The purpose of art is to make us hear the most divine and
hidden notes that create music in our souls" and the music
of Madredeus brings me that sensation.
But Madredeus is
something that goes behind the "mere" music.
I listen to Madredeus
and my heart is shaken by violent movements. Breath becomes
difficult. The air escapes from my smog-corrupted lungs to reach
that fresh breeze of thoughts that Man calls "music".
My heart, desperate, trying to get more oxygen, beats furiously.
The notes and the chords
are soldiers who heroically drive away the nightmares of everyday
life. Little by little, my mind is conquered and the flag of
Madredeus flies over every thought and sensation. Little by
little my heart, trying to hold the evil emotions of a day of
Hate, is defeated by the humble army of notes.
Guilt that pursue me
Swear that you will let
me decide
Do you accept or not
that it's never too late?
Do you accept or not
that I'll be back?
The war is
over. All is peace, the dead bodies of bad intentions lie on the
ground, while every note starts to work at the road which will
link the two strongholds of Man's Land: Heart and Mind. Every
note put a stone on the ground, burying the corpses of the evil
enemies.
And suddenly, from the
skies, a voice arise. The voice of a woman.
The woman is there,
concrete, born in the city of Heart, and sings, but her voice is
loud and every note listens to her; listens to her passion, to
her chant of peace.
Singing
I walk on this land
at the Center of the
World
and dawn's the future
I'm
like this
I'm this mistery
bigger than everything
that happens
in my world
She sings
of humanity, showing to Man's Land its jewels, its sorrows. And
every note starts singing following the path of her
voice, building a choir never heard before. She sings the
forests, the mountains, the lakes, and the deserts of Man's Land,
and the Fog that
pervaded the air disappears
showing the astonishing beauty of this Land. A Land for all the
people, where everybody has a home, a field , a family. Everybody
lives there, but few people know what is hidden behind the
borders of their field. This voice shows that. I live there and I
was blind.
The words sung by the woman
let water escape the rocks and two great seas arise in the middle
of Man's Land. These two seas are called Poetry
and Prose and
everybody can wash in their water and look at the islands called Aphorisms.
And I
remained there only
to see it
and I grew older
without understanding
The sea
The sea
The end of the chant is
near and the Message of the woman is getting clearer. The road
between Heart and Mind is finished and I can travel on it
accompanied by the notes who built it. I travel, I walk, I run on
this road and I discover that the two strongholds were very near
one to the other. Nearer than expected. Now that the Fog has
disappeared you can on every stronghold see the towers of the
other one. The two cities start relations and the walls are
destroyed.
I sing
my Age
I sing the colours that
are still present
and the love that give
me
the mornings of this
world
They are,
windows to see,
they are still,
They are
a future with
no weapons in the hands
Now the song is finished, and I'm travelling on the road between Heart and Mind, with notes around me. I'm conscious now of the beauty of the landscape. Beautiful in its variety: deserts, forests, lakes and plains which reminds us that Man's Land is still unknown and we can be pioneers.
Infinite thanks to Peter Calvet which corrected the average english of that page making it much more readable and correct. Thank you Peter
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