A Paradise of Poems Camellia Yang
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Camellia reads classic and contemporary poems from all over the world every week.
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SPECIAL EPISODE: Live Rehearsal Session @VIC // Aveiro Arts House
This is a non-editing/filtering version of a live rehearsal session between me and João Grillo (guitarist).
One day later, we performed at Lovecraft Beer Lounge Aveiro :) -
Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,Its ancient tale of being apart or together.As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:You become an image of what is remembered forever.You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.At the heart of time, love of one for another.We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the sameShy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in youThe love of all man’s days both past and forever:Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –And the songs of every poet past and forever.
BGM by Katrina Stone - Digging Tunnels - Instrumental Version -
The Course Of Life by Friedrich Holderlin
You too wanted better things, but love forces all of us down. Sorrow bends us more forcefully, but the arc doesn't return to its point of origin without a reason. Upwards or downwards! In holy Night, where mute Nature plans the coming days, doesn't there reign in the most twisted Orcus something straight and direct? This I have learned. Never to my knowledge did you, all-preserving gods, like mortal masters, lead me providentially along a straight path. The gods say that man should test everything, and that strongly nourished he be thankful for everything, and understand the freedom to set forth wherever he will.
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Final Story by Charles Bukowski
BGM by Aleksey Chistilin - The Story of One Life
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Clouds and Waves by Rabindranath Tagore
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
“We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.”
I ask, “But how am I to get up to you ?”
They answer, “Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.”
“My mother is waiting for me at home, “I say, “How can I leave
her and come?”
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
“We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass.”
I ask, “But how am I to join you?”
They tell me, “Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves.”
I say, “My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?”
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.
BGM by Nsee - Frozen Lake - Slowed and Reverbed