HOME, filme da autoria do realizador francês Yann Arthus-Bertrand, é constituído por paisagens aéreas do mundo inteiro e pretende sensibilizar a opinião pública mundial sobre a necessidade de alterar modos e hábitos de vida a fim de evitar uma catástrofe ecológica planetária.

Imagens do Alentejo, com a música de ERA em fundo.

Just a chillout of a great melody. Waiting for the tv show of David Gilmour live in Gdansk, late night in rtp2.

Visit http://www.savemiguel.com/home.html and spread the word.

     Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
     About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
       The night above the dingle starry,
         Time let me hail and climb
       Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
     And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
     And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
         Trail with daisies and barley
       Down the rivers of the windfall light.

     And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
     About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
       In the sun that is young once only,
         Time let me play and be
       Golden in the mercy of his means,
     And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
     Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
         And the sabbath rang slowly
       In the pebbles of the holy streams.

     All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
     Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
       And playing, lovely and watery
         And fire green as grass.
       And nightly under the simple stars
     As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
     All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
       Flying with the ricks, and the horses
         Flashing into the dark.

     And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
     With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
       Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
         The sky gathered again
       And the sun grew round that very day.
     So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
     In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
       Out of the whinnying green stable
         On to the fields of praise.

     And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
     Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
       In the sun born over and over,
         I ran my heedless ways,
       My wishes raced through the house high hay
     And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
     In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
       Before the children green and golden
         Follow him out of grace.

     Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
     Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
       In the moon that is always rising,
         Nor that riding to sleep
       I should hear him fly with the high fields
     And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
     Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
         Time held me green and dying
       Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Dylan Thomas

Criando ilusões ao longo dos dias

E deixando os sonhos trazerem a luz

- Serão apenas palavras que tu dirias.

Que o sol ao brilho dos teus olhos faz jus.

Colecciono umas linhas de esperança

E dou-te apenas aquilo que tenho:

A minha simplicidade de criança

E estas palavras que não são desenho

Ano Novo, vida nova

Um bom lema para cada um de nós

A amizade que a cada dia se renova,

Seja a dois, ou quando estamos sós.

Inspired by - Shadow to light from Aphelion 2003 release of  Amethystium http://www.myspace.com/amethystium

One final day

One more to try

When you go away

No more tears to cry

I wish you go there

To where the moon glows

I find you everywhere

And go to nobody knows

Roseira do Mar

Sento-me

Olho o chão cheio de pó

Talvez seja o cansaço

Ou mesmo a paixão

Por ter sempre deixado em vão

As pétalas em teu regaço

E no céu uma nuvem só

Por poeta há quem me tome

Mas sou água sumida na terra

Sou um soldado sem guerra

Sou uma praia sem ondas

Cheia de pedras redondas

Numa caixa guardo os teus olhos

Num livro o teu coração

Essa rosa que tinhas na mão

Murchou como um desgosto,

Numa tarde de sol-posto,

Mas brilhou numa manhã de orvalhos