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Lura – Nos Diva (live)

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Lura in a live tribute To Cesária Evora.

They appeared together on the album “Cesária Evora & …”, a compilation of duos with multiple artists, released in 2010 and covering multiple genres from AfroCuban to Morna and Son. […]

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seis saudade / cecelia chapman & jeff crouch

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a note by C.C.:

Saudade
(alma &fado)
blues, soul & fate

The Portuguese use the word ’saudade’ to describe themselves. Derived from Latin ‘solitude,’ saudade means a profound longing for something that can barely be remembered, may never have happened, that will never happen, or the wish for it to happen or to return to it. A person never embraced. It is a deep melancholic state, like the blues. Saudade is attached to ‘soul’ and the word ‘fate’ derived from the word ‘Fado,’ the soulful songs of Portugal.

I suspect Romans brought the word to the Iberian Peninsula. They liked to train their legions there, who suffered intense homesickness, it is written. Caesar arrived, once, fleeing immediately, unnerved by the mists, dangerous, rocky coasts, and spooked by the natives.

Anyway, asemic writing and the Mayan color blue brought from the Yucatan Peninsula, and used to paint sacrificial victims about to have their beating heart ripped out and then tossed into cenotes, seemed to describe saudade that is basically indescribable.

#000000 #999999 #abstract #abstrasemic #art #arte #asemic #asemicWriting #blues #CeceliaChapman #JeffCrouch #saudade #scritturaAsemica #seisSaudade #soulFate

slowforwardSaudade11_Chapman_By mg

Hace tres años estaba visitando por primera vez a mi novio en Bragança... la primera vez que visitaba aquella pequeña ciudad en la que luego viviría por unos meses.

Qué cosa tan mágica y qué año tan turbulento y lleno de cambios (para bien, finalmente); qué recuerdos.

En fin, cómo la echo de menos, pero, aunque volviera, ya no es la misma y nunca lo será. Supongo que es lo que les portugueses llaman 𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦.

Lógicamente hay cosas irrepetibles.