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Airea D. Matthews - Confessions From Here

I left our window open most nights. A man with winged ankles would visit while you slept. He'd ask about my doings, how the syrah finished, noticed the dimple on my chin when I smiled, touched the thick swell of my waist, lightly. When the wind whistled like the Northeast Corridor, he'd tongue the small of my back before leaving. After 2 most mornings. I wailed a tempest that last time. Flooded our basement. Asked him to stay or carry me over. He tucked me in the crook of his elbow and flew here. Where I am now.

When you woke the next morning, I imagine you thought it rained the night before. You called the plumber, didn't you? To fix the basement, swollen from squalls? Did you dig your fingernail under the blistering cinder? Check for mold? Did the walls crumble? When you asked the children where their mother was? Did they shrug? Bounce my name between rooms? Weep into their porridge? If they beat their bare feet against the cracked tiles in the hallway, did you notice those tiny feathers sprouting from their Achilles? Did you wrinkle your brow? Grab your shears?

Intimate Letters

Leoš JANÁČEK (1854-1928)
String Quartet No. 2, "Intimate Letters
I. Andante
II. Adagio
III. Moderato
IV. Allegro

Alexi Kenney, violin 1 (ChamberFest Cleveland Young Artist)
David Bowlin, violin 2
Dimitri Murrath, viola
Julie Albers, cello

Performed on June 24, 2016
Mixon Hall, Cleveland Institute of Music
Cleveland, Ohio
ChamberFest Season 5

http://chamberfestcleveland.com

Video Production:
Erica Brenner Productions, LLC
Cameras: Mathias Reed, Erica Brenner
Editing: Erica Brenner
Audio: Ian Dobie - Dobie Digital Productions
http://ericabrennerproductions.com

Too Marvelous For Words

"Too Marvelous for Words" is a popular song written in 1937. Johnny Mercer wrote the lyrics for music composed by Richard Whiting. It was featured in the 1937 Warner Brothers film "Ready, Willing and Able," as well as a production number in a musical revue on Broadway. It then became the love theme in the 1947 film noir "Dark Passage" directed by Delmer Daves, first in a version sung by Jo Stafford, then just instrumental as the love that finally reunites Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart is Too Marvelous for Words indeed.

Alucinao

B side off the new A.A.L EP

Lyrics:

ESTADO UNIDO =

los cuerpos son de vidrio están alucinao
los cuerpos son de vidrio están alucinao
Se quiebran como vidrio estamos alucinao
Se quiebran como vidrio estamos alucinao
Hijos de piratas estamos alucinao
Fuimos al ‘Mall’ y estamos alucinao
alucinao
alucinao
alucinao
Aaaah aaah haha hahaha ah
Aaaah aaah haha hahaha ah aaa a a a a ahh
aa a aha aaha a aha aha aha ha

FKA TWIGS =

hold me
hold me
hold me
i don’t want to say
say I got you
but you know I do
but when you hold me
I don’t want to say I got you
but you know I do
didn’t want to say it out loud
didn’t want to say it out loud
didn’t want to say it out loud
don’t want to say
all the things I want
say it out loud

TODXS =

¡MÍRAME A MÍ!
¡MÍRATE A TI!
¡MIRA MIRA!
¡MÍRAME A MÍ!
¡MÍRATE A TI!
¡MIRA MIRA MIRA!
¡LA VERDAD NO SE HACE TIRA!
¡LA VERDAD NO SE HACE TIRA!
¡LA VERDAD NO SE HACE TIRA!
¡LA VERDAD NO SE ASESINA!
¡MÍRAME A Mí!
¡MÍRATE A TI!

Eileen Myles - Peanut Butter

I am always hungry
& wanting to have
sex. This is a fact.
If you get right
down to it the new
unprocessed peanut
butter is no damn
good & you should
buy it in a jar as
always in the
largest supermarket
you know. And
I am an enemy
of change, as
you know. All
the things I
embrace as new
are in
fact old things,
re-released: swimming,
the sensation of
being dirty in
body and mind
summer as a
time to do
nothing and make
no money. Prayer
as a last re-
sort. Pleasure
as a means,
and then a
means again
with no ends
in sight. I am
absolutely in opposition
to all kinds of
goals. I have
no desire to know
where this, anything
is getting me.
When the water
boils I get
a cup of tea.
Accidentally I
read all the
works of Proust.
It was summer
I was there
so was he. I
write because
I would like
to be used for
years after
my death. Not
only my body
will be compost
but the thoughts
I left during
my life. During
my life I was
a woman with
hazel eyes. Out
the window
is a crooked
silo. Parts
of your
body I think
of as stripes
which I have
learned to
love along. We
swim naked
in ponds &
I write be-
hind your
back. My thoughts
about you are
not exactly
forbidden, but
exalted because
they are useless,
not intended
to get you
because I have
you & you love
me. It’s more
like a playground
where I play
with my reflection
of you until
you come back
and into the
real you I
get to sink
my teeth. With
you I know how
to relax. &
so I work
behind your
back. Which
is lovely.
Nature
is out of control
you tell me &
that’s what’s so
good about
it. I’m immoderately
in love with you,
knocked out by
all your new
white hair

why shouldn’t
something
I have always
known be the
very best there
is. I love
you from my
childhood,
starting back
there when
one day was
just like the
rest, random
growth and
breezes, constant
love, a sand-
wich in the
middle of
day,
a tiny step
in the vastly
conventional
path of
the Sun. I
squint. I
wink. I
take the
ride.

Se Amanhã Fosse Domingo

Letra: João Monge
Música: Mário Laginha
Voz: Camané
Piano: Mário Laginha
Gravado no estúdio "Atlantico Blue Studios" por André Tavares
Misturado e Masterizado por André Tavares e Becas do Carmo
Produção Musical e Arranjos por Camané e Mário Laginha
Produção Executiva: Becas do Carmo

VÍDEO
Produtor: Fernando Centeio
Realização e Direção de Fotografia: Aurélio Vasques
Makeup: Magali Santana
Assistente de Imagem: Carlos Lopes