... lacrimae sanguis animae sunt ...
17 February 2011
Surge of poetic/musical creativity...
In Vain
For weeks and weeks in vain
I've tried to get closer. How insane!
And foolishly by desire led
I got further instead.
Who knows how this works
When you find yourself stuck, in love.
And you just can't help losing your head,
You go headlong instead.
And I tried to say hello,
But you didn't let yourself go.
So...
I backed off
To the shelter in myself,
Away from this storm.
The way your eyes made me blurt,
And imagine things I can't say.
The more and more it hurt,
The more and more I tried to stay.
And I tried to say hello,
But you didn't let yourself go.
And I tried to make it work,
But you kept stone cold.
So...
I head off,
tried to find my way out,
And shake you off,
And take you
Off my mind,
Erase you,
From my life.
________________________
...
Hey! How are you doing?
Holly crap! It's been almost an year since I last posted in here. I must certainly be among the less visited and most rarely posting bloggers in the world.
This time I came here to share with you a poem, which is already ready in musical format (not recorded yet, though), which I've just composed. I am one of those many people who have moments of high creative drive and end up writing a lot just by brainstorming ideas. I usually do this with the help of my acoustic guitar.
I've got a couple of other things I've created over the past few months, which talk about my personal experiences and things that happened in the world in 2010. I'll be surely posting them soon. But as for this one above, I really don't know what it is about. It clearly has a story in it, and the rhymes are even childlike at times, but the fact is that I don't really know where I took background from in order to compose it.
I'd love to get some feedback from you.
See ya next time!
For weeks and weeks in vain
I've tried to get closer. How insane!
And foolishly by desire led
I got further instead.
Who knows how this works
When you find yourself stuck, in love.
And you just can't help losing your head,
You go headlong instead.
And I tried to say hello,
But you didn't let yourself go.
So...
I backed off
To the shelter in myself,
Away from this storm.
The way your eyes made me blurt,
And imagine things I can't say.
The more and more it hurt,
The more and more I tried to stay.
And I tried to say hello,
But you didn't let yourself go.
And I tried to make it work,
But you kept stone cold.
So...
I head off,
tried to find my way out,
And shake you off,
And take you
Off my mind,
Erase you,
From my life.
________________________
Written by Renan C. Ferreira, on February 17, 2011.
...
Hey! How are you doing?
Holly crap! It's been almost an year since I last posted in here. I must certainly be among the less visited and most rarely posting bloggers in the world.
This time I came here to share with you a poem, which is already ready in musical format (not recorded yet, though), which I've just composed. I am one of those many people who have moments of high creative drive and end up writing a lot just by brainstorming ideas. I usually do this with the help of my acoustic guitar.
I've got a couple of other things I've created over the past few months, which talk about my personal experiences and things that happened in the world in 2010. I'll be surely posting them soon. But as for this one above, I really don't know what it is about. It clearly has a story in it, and the rhymes are even childlike at times, but the fact is that I don't really know where I took background from in order to compose it.
I'd love to get some feedback from you.
See ya next time!
16 May 2010
May, 2010
Hello. I've been writing something, and I feel like sharing it. As usual, the message is not complete as I'm still working on the musical part. I'll be recording it soon.
NEVERMORE - Renan Ferreira - 15 May 2010
Nevermore
I'll leave without saying goodbye
I'll say bye without a why
I'll go so far from the shore
Nevermore
I'll say what's in my mind
Without listening first to my heart
Without taking a deep breath before
Nevermore
Cause at times I regret
Not having said, not having felt what's real
Cause at times I see
I refused to feel what was real
Nevermore
I'll turn away from you
And for my mistakes blame you
I will stop looking for
Nevermore
Cause at times I regret
Not having loved, not having said (I love you)
Cause at times I see
That all I've done was just so wrong ('cause I love you)
.
NEVERMORE - Renan Ferreira - 15 May 2010
Nevermore
I'll leave without saying goodbye
I'll say bye without a why
I'll go so far from the shore
Nevermore
I'll say what's in my mind
Without listening first to my heart
Without taking a deep breath before
Nevermore
Cause at times I regret
Not having said, not having felt what's real
Cause at times I see
I refused to feel what was real
Nevermore
I'll turn away from you
And for my mistakes blame you
I will stop looking for
Nevermore
Cause at times I regret
Not having loved, not having said (I love you)
Cause at times I see
That all I've done was just so wrong ('cause I love you)
.
18 April 2010
keeping writing
Well, here I am again. It's past 03:24 a.m. and, as usual, I'm still awake. This time I'm posting some poetry. As I've already explained posts ago, I always compose music pieces before thinking about lyrics. After having some sort of solid ideas on the musical parts, I try to find what is it that the music wants to say. I usually brainstorm images (which does not necessarily have something to do with myself) and then, little by little, words start coming out.
Of course that's not a method. Sometimes I start writing poems while notes are coming out from the guitar - everything happening at the same time -, and more rarely, I have some creative outbursts and eventually have poems before conceiving any music.
This was the case with the poem below. Weeks before writing it, I had watched quite a few documentaries about wars, especially World War II, and I felt like I had to write about it somehow. I started writing down a few words, and not much longer I had the whole piece ready.
The Veteran is basically about a kind of scar most veterans have: traumas. There is a number of different traumas, and in my poem I dealt basically with the idea of not being able to forget tragic moments of the battlefield, and not being able to get rid of the state of readiness which every soldier in combat is obliged to be in. Such condition can make veterans feel an endless fear, as if they were still at war.
I've already composed music for this poem, but I haven't had the chance to record it yet. As soon as I manage to do it, I'll post results here. For the moment, that's all.
Of course that's not a method. Sometimes I start writing poems while notes are coming out from the guitar - everything happening at the same time -, and more rarely, I have some creative outbursts and eventually have poems before conceiving any music.
This was the case with the poem below. Weeks before writing it, I had watched quite a few documentaries about wars, especially World War II, and I felt like I had to write about it somehow. I started writing down a few words, and not much longer I had the whole piece ready.
The Veteran is basically about a kind of scar most veterans have: traumas. There is a number of different traumas, and in my poem I dealt basically with the idea of not being able to forget tragic moments of the battlefield, and not being able to get rid of the state of readiness which every soldier in combat is obliged to be in. Such condition can make veterans feel an endless fear, as if they were still at war.
I've already composed music for this poem, but I haven't had the chance to record it yet. As soon as I manage to do it, I'll post results here. For the moment, that's all.
THE VETERAN Renan Ferreira (April 11, 2010)
The sun is coming down
The rain is pouring down
The wind blows from the north
Bringing memories of war
And he's sitting by door
Waiting for someone to knock
Memories take him away
To far beyond the rain
What is he doing here
Waiting for the end
War's already finished here
But he's still afraid
They've already gone away
But he's still in wait
'Cause while in his mind they still remain
He will keep in wait
16 April 2010
Unburdening...
Being catholic these days isn’t easy at all. People have given in to the superficiality of the earthily world, of materialism, and of pseudo-tolerance to diversity. For many, God has become but a conceit which doesn’t demand any more than believing or not.
Even those who say “I believe” don’t know what they actually believe in. Being religious has become a synonym to being uncool, old-fashioned, and intolerant. Christianity is corrupted by all those sects that make a product out of Jesus. They promise prosperity, freedom, wealth, and happiness, and they never get tired of ridiculing the Holy Church.
Every year, they change their beliefs and doctrines to seduce more people, and the Catholic Church, which has remained doctrinally coherent and solid for centuries, is ridiculed by everyone. Sacred values such as human body, nature, and life are often despised in favour of the mundane pleasures of this new era.
I could write a whole book only on the facts that annoy me, but today I’m here to express my deep sorrow for those who are doing all they can to destroy this so unique and sacred society which is the Catholic Church.
Media is convincing people that all of the priests and bishops are a group of evil people. It makes it look like all of them are paedophiles and perverts. For God's sake! There are as many as 400,000 priests all around the world. They are people who have chosen to dedicate their lives to serve us. They are committed with the mission of spreading love, compassion, and union. Even though they have such a holy mission, they’re still men, and as such, they’re still vulnerable, and they may end up making mistakes.
The biggest problem is actually that all of those men, who are all around the world working and serving the helpless, are now paying a hard price for the mistakes of few. People look down on them, think badly of their intentions, and we all know how cruel the crowd’s prejudice can be.
Catholic Church is not evil. For 2000 years it has spread all the good values which everyone agree to be the basis of the "ideal society". The Catholic Church is responsible for the world’s largest educational network and world’s most comprehensive health services network. It is present in 178 nations and one sixth of the world population is members in parishes and communities .
People can’t understand all that the Catholic Church is about. It’s much more than temples, priests and nuns. It’s much more than memorised prayers and an old man in white.Even those who say “I believe” don’t know what they actually believe in. Being religious has become a synonym to being uncool, old-fashioned, and intolerant. Christianity is corrupted by all those sects that make a product out of Jesus. They promise prosperity, freedom, wealth, and happiness, and they never get tired of ridiculing the Holy Church.
Every year, they change their beliefs and doctrines to seduce more people, and the Catholic Church, which has remained doctrinally coherent and solid for centuries, is ridiculed by everyone. Sacred values such as human body, nature, and life are often despised in favour of the mundane pleasures of this new era.
I could write a whole book only on the facts that annoy me, but today I’m here to express my deep sorrow for those who are doing all they can to destroy this so unique and sacred society which is the Catholic Church.
Media is convincing people that all of the priests and bishops are a group of evil people. It makes it look like all of them are paedophiles and perverts. For God's sake! There are as many as 400,000 priests all around the world. They are people who have chosen to dedicate their lives to serve us. They are committed with the mission of spreading love, compassion, and union. Even though they have such a holy mission, they’re still men, and as such, they’re still vulnerable, and they may end up making mistakes.
The biggest problem is actually that all of those men, who are all around the world working and serving the helpless, are now paying a hard price for the mistakes of few. People look down on them, think badly of their intentions, and we all know how cruel the crowd’s prejudice can be.
Catholic Church is not evil. For 2000 years it has spread all the good values which everyone agree to be the basis of the "ideal society". The Catholic Church is responsible for the world’s largest educational network and world’s most comprehensive health services network. It is present in 178 nations and one sixth of the world population is members in parishes and communities .
Today I’m sad because people prefer to believe in the biased reports from the media rather than having the truth. Even so, I have faith, and I know that all this bad times will be overcome, and little by little, God will touch people’s heart and make them understand the real meaning and value of the Catholic Church.
PER EVNDEM IESVM CHRISTVM FILIVM TVVM,
QUI TECVM VIVIT ET REGNAT IN UNITATE SPIRITO SANCTO,
PER OMNIA SAECVLA SAECVLORVM. AMEN.
QUI TECVM VIVIT ET REGNAT IN UNITATE SPIRITO SANCTO,
PER OMNIA SAECVLA SAECVLORVM. AMEN.
11 April 2010
A little bit of real poetry
I've been studying British and American literature for roughly 3 years in university. At first, I was very reluctant to let me get involved by it, because literature has never been one of my favourite subjects at all. But as time goes by, we inevitably get more sensitive to all the richness a good literary text can give us.
I'm quite far from being an ideal reader. I still find ways to avoid having to read most of the stuff I am told to. Even though, two writers have attracted me in a way I cannot explain. The American short-story writer Edgar Allan Poe has captivated me probably because of his gothic way of writing, and William Shakespeare has caught my attention simply for being Shakespeare.
Shakespeare lived quite long ago, when English language was still becoming what today we know as English language. So reading his works are always a nice challenge. You gain not only a very good and pleasurable reading, but also a wide vocabulary, lots of cultural information, not to mention the range of feelings his words can make you feel.
Today, I decided to post one of his sonnets. The eighteenth one is probably the best known of all his 154 sonnets. This one is basically about love (or a beloved one). And in order to make this post even more fun, I've added a musical version of this poem, so you can read and listen to it. This version was composed and recorded by David Gilmour (Pink Floyd's guitarrist and vocalist, and my favourite musician ever). I hope you enjoy it. :)
I'm quite far from being an ideal reader. I still find ways to avoid having to read most of the stuff I am told to. Even though, two writers have attracted me in a way I cannot explain. The American short-story writer Edgar Allan Poe has captivated me probably because of his gothic way of writing, and William Shakespeare has caught my attention simply for being Shakespeare.
Shakespeare lived quite long ago, when English language was still becoming what today we know as English language. So reading his works are always a nice challenge. You gain not only a very good and pleasurable reading, but also a wide vocabulary, lots of cultural information, not to mention the range of feelings his words can make you feel.
Today, I decided to post one of his sonnets. The eighteenth one is probably the best known of all his 154 sonnets. This one is basically about love (or a beloved one). And in order to make this post even more fun, I've added a musical version of this poem, so you can read and listen to it. This version was composed and recorded by David Gilmour (Pink Floyd's guitarrist and vocalist, and my favourite musician ever). I hope you enjoy it. :)
SONNET XVIII
William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
09 March 2010
Happy b-day, Mr. Gilmour
David Jon Gilmour was born in March 6th, 1946, in Cambridge, England. There he was brought up and had his first musical experiences. In 1965, already being a poly student in London, he met Roger Waters, Richard Wright, Nick Mason, and Syd Barret, and when the latter couldn't go on with his group, David came in. Pink Floyd's definitive formation was set up.
For almost 20 years he had helped Mason, Waters and Wright to design the sound which has reached the highest point in Music history. Pink Floyd's masterpiece The Dark Side Of The Moon has remained over 15 years among the most sold albums.
After Roger Water's departure in 1984, David inherited the role of frontman, which he played masterly, though discreetly. In 1995, the band went for their world tour P.U.L.S.E., which broke all the records in size, production and income.
Since 2002, David Gilmour has been dedicating his time for his solo carreer. After having released a very well received solo album in 2005, he started his tour, having in his band Pink Floyd's keyboard player Richard Wright.
Apart from his musical life, Gilmour is also an activist. But, unlike most celebrities, all his actions in that sense are taken in discretion. Thus, he has helps many NGOs and communities, and for his musical and humanitarian contributions, Queen Elizabeth II has awarded him with the title of SIR.
David Gilmour is considered one of the greatest guitarists ever not because his vituosity or precision, but for his feeling and touch. With just a couple of notes he's able to make anyone get goose bumps.
Thanks to my dad, I've listened to Pink Floyd all my life, but David Gilmour started influence me effectively only when I started play the guitar. His music reaches anyone. You can be a rock hater, you will like Gilmour. You can be a Pagode lover, you will like Gilmour. For everything that his model as a person and as a musician have given me, I wish Mr. David Gilmour happy birthday!
For almost 20 years he had helped Mason, Waters and Wright to design the sound which has reached the highest point in Music history. Pink Floyd's masterpiece The Dark Side Of The Moon has remained over 15 years among the most sold albums.
After Roger Water's departure in 1984, David inherited the role of frontman, which he played masterly, though discreetly. In 1995, the band went for their world tour P.U.L.S.E., which broke all the records in size, production and income.
Since 2002, David Gilmour has been dedicating his time for his solo carreer. After having released a very well received solo album in 2005, he started his tour, having in his band Pink Floyd's keyboard player Richard Wright.
Apart from his musical life, Gilmour is also an activist. But, unlike most celebrities, all his actions in that sense are taken in discretion. Thus, he has helps many NGOs and communities, and for his musical and humanitarian contributions, Queen Elizabeth II has awarded him with the title of SIR.
David Gilmour is considered one of the greatest guitarists ever not because his vituosity or precision, but for his feeling and touch. With just a couple of notes he's able to make anyone get goose bumps.
Thanks to my dad, I've listened to Pink Floyd all my life, but David Gilmour started influence me effectively only when I started play the guitar. His music reaches anyone. You can be a rock hater, you will like Gilmour. You can be a Pagode lover, you will like Gilmour. For everything that his model as a person and as a musician have given me, I wish Mr. David Gilmour happy birthday!
04 March 2010
March 4th, 2010
So, here am I again.
After about 2 months of a work break, I came back to work last Monday. I was already sort of missing my old routine. I'm still on university holidays till March 22nd, though, but that I'm not missing yet. :D
Rehearsing and recording with Lara Rossato has been a lot of fun. Sometimes I think music is perhaps one of the things that keep me alive. We're on the process of recording the rest of her debut album, and you can have a short peep on the latest works here.
Beside my 'public' musical activities, I also like to spend some time on my own with my music. These are times when I got inspired and compose. I'm glad to have noticed how much my poetry in English improved since the first time I've tried it. Below, you've got my latest song. I composed it yesterday and, for me, is one of my best works ever. I think I managed to find a balance between the music and the text.
You can listen to it here. But please, have in mind that it's a home recording. One day I'll record it in a studio. If you want to get a translation to Portuguese, just go to Comments. See ya!
After about 2 months of a work break, I came back to work last Monday. I was already sort of missing my old routine. I'm still on university holidays till March 22nd, though, but that I'm not missing yet. :D
Rehearsing and recording with Lara Rossato has been a lot of fun. Sometimes I think music is perhaps one of the things that keep me alive. We're on the process of recording the rest of her debut album, and you can have a short peep on the latest works here.
Beside my 'public' musical activities, I also like to spend some time on my own with my music. These are times when I got inspired and compose. I'm glad to have noticed how much my poetry in English improved since the first time I've tried it. Below, you've got my latest song. I composed it yesterday and, for me, is one of my best works ever. I think I managed to find a balance between the music and the text.
You can listen to it here. But please, have in mind that it's a home recording. One day I'll record it in a studio. If you want to get a translation to Portuguese, just go to Comments. See ya!
CONSIDER - Renan Ferreira
Dare to think at least once in your life
Of all those lonely people passing by
How many of them are happy and smile
How many of them are down and crying inside
Dare to think of all those hungry mouths
Be humane enough and don't turn away
Consider those who suffer among that crowd
Look at the mirror, don't hesitate
What have you become?
Thinking you're alone
Everyone is here
And everyone is one
Wherever you've been
You were not alone
Everyone was there
And everyone was one
Just one
Dare to look back and face your past
Don't try to run away of what you can't hide
The more you hold the pain the more it will last
Consider this, come back to life
Dare to think at least once in your life
Of all those lonely people passing by
How many of them are happy and smile
How many of them are down and crying inside
Dare to think of all those hungry mouths
Be humane enough and don't turn away
Consider those who suffer among that crowd
Look at the mirror, don't hesitate
What have you become?
Thinking you're alone
Everyone is here
And everyone is one
Wherever you've been
You were not alone
Everyone was there
And everyone was one
Just one
Dare to look back and face your past
Don't try to run away of what you can't hide
The more you hold the pain the more it will last
Consider this, come back to life
