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Rating: Everything happened after watching a beautiful film by Wim Wenders: "Lisbon Story"...
The next day I already had the soundtrack of that work: "Ainda" by the Portuguese Madredeus. Beautiful! Warm and rich with melancholic brightness and echoes of lost Edens…
I must have listened to it, on repeat, millions of times.. A massage for my soul, beneficial and invigorating… You cannot not have this CD.. If you don't have it, get it!! Even if it is late in its release - it has been out for quite some time - your purchase will be rewarded with crimson glows… skies swept by fresh winds and oceans of nostalgia from other worlds… it is precisely by listening to "Ainda" that, for me, an epiphany occurred: I had found the voice of a siren long sought in seas everywhere… in the depths of my mind and in the salty foams of the east and west… in sea caves and among the most hidden and remote rocks…
Teresa Salgueiro, the singer of Madredeus, bewitched me irreparably!! ..I began to write, as if in a trance, a desperate anaphora… To you, TERESA, my muse, and to the debaser adepts, I want to dedicate this act of love… Enjoy the reading!! Smiles from unknown distances!!
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"The woman I love wears long skirts and has black hair gathered like a seashell, and on her forehead, the parting, free, distinguishing good from evil. She appeared to me in the clear air at the Miradouro de Santa Catarina; skin white like the sea foam that birthed her, marble-like and clear as the pristine steps leading down to the heart of her Lisboa. The woman I love doesn't need makeup, she is already an artifice of nature, queen of briny grace.
The woman I love has a voice that emerges, spraying blue from unfathomable depths, a voice that enchants and makes one fall ill with primordial saudade; a voice that makes the deepest and most sensitive strings of the soul resonate. The woman I love is a solar enchantment, a vocal ship sailing the serene seas of melancholy, she has a gentle mouth, black eyelashes, and the harmony of a Lusitanian score, and her eyes, those difficult eyes to look into? an endless and sublime ocean in which one might perish. The woman I love is a significant and discreet presence; she is the ringing of an old tram fading into the sunlit void, a winding alley that only allows you to glimpse the future path.
The woman I love is poetry, a clear and celestial muse like the sky she has always admired and into which she has been transfused. The woman I love I found in a verse of Pessoa; esoteric, ethereal and real, near and far, of honey and salt, earthly and siren, daughter of the sea. Like a new Fernando, I would like to kiss her voice without touching her unsullied lips. The woman I love is the fluvial Tagus that has flowed into the estuary of my heart. The woman I love has shown me the key to love and now disappears into the Portuguese evening, a plaything of the imagination, a carnal chimera.
The woman I love is named Teresa Salgueiro Madredeus!; she is a celluloid dream gifted to me by Wim Wenders. Now she may have returned to her native ocean, captured by Fado I will go to Lisboa, from some parapet, to hear her in enchantment, like Aglaope, sing."
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Guitarra (03:48)
quando uma guitarra trina
nas maos de um bom tocador
a propria guitarra ensina
a cantar seja quem for
eu quero que o meu caixao
tenha uma forma bizarra
a forma de um cora�ao
a forma de uma guitarra
guitarra, guitarra querida
eu venho chorar contigo
sinto mais suave a vida
quando tu choras comigo
03 Céu da mouraria (03:43)
Lyrics & music by Pedro Ayres Magalhães
Quando Lisboa acordar
Do sono antigo que é seu
Hei-de ser eu a cantar
Que eu tenho um recado só meu
Céu da Mouraria... ouve
Vai chegar o dia novo!
E o sol, das madrugadas todas
Névoa de um povo a sonhar
Os teus mistérios, Lisboa
São, as pombas que ainda há...
06 O tejo (04:12)
Madrugada,
Descobre-me o rio
que atravesso tanto
para nada,
E este encanto,
prende por um fio,
� a testemunha do que eu sei dizer.
E a cidade,
chamam-lhe Lisboa,
mas � s� o rio
que � verdade,
s� o rio,
� a casa de �gua,
casa da cidade em que vim nascer.
Tejo, meu doce Tejo, corres assim,
corres h� mil�nios sem te arrepender,
�s a casa da �gua onde h� poucos anos eu escolhi nascer
08 Alfama (03:31)
Lyrics by Pedro Ayres Magalhães
Music by Pedro Ayres Magalhães & Rodrigo Leão
Agora
Que lembro
As horas ao longo do tempo
Desejo
Voltar
Voltar a ti
Desejo-te encontrar
Esquecida
Em cada dia que passa
Nunca mais revi a graça
Dos teus olhos
Que eu amei
Má sorte
Foi amor que não retive
E se calhar distrai-me...
- Qualquer coisa que encontrei
09 Ainda (07:27)
Lyrics & music by Pedro Ayres Magalhães
Vou dizendo
Certas coisas
Vou sabendo
Certas outras
São verdades
Amizades
Aventuras
Quem alcança
Mora longe
Da mudança
Do seu nome
Alegria
Vã tristeza
Fantasia
Incerteza
São verdades
São procuras
Amizades
Aventuras
Quem avança
Guarda o amor
Guarda a esperança
Sem favor
Ainda
Ainda
Ainda
Ainda
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