Hiraeth
Hiraeth, pronounced [hɨraɪ̯θ], is a Welsh word that has no direct English translation. The University of Wales, Lampeter attempts to define it as homesickness tinged with grief or sadness over the lost or departed. It is a mix of longing, yearning, nostalgia, wistfulness, or an earnest desire for the Wales of the past.
Oxford and Merriam Webster define Hiraeth as: (noun) "a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was".
Hiraeth bears considerable similarities with the Portuguese concept of saudade (a key theme in Fado music), Brazilian Portuguese banzo (more related to homesickness), Galician morriña, Romanian dor, Ethiopian tizita.
Music can blow up your mind...in many ways, by many sounds! Here we show what kind of sounds have been blowing our minds.
terça-feira, 26 de abril de 2016
sábado, 23 de abril de 2016
sexta-feira, 22 de abril de 2016
y#829
Solstice
A solstice is an astronomical event that occurs twice each year (in June and December) as the Sun reaches its highest or lowest excursion relative to the celestial equator on the celestial sphere.
A solstice is an astronomical event that occurs twice each year (in June and December) as the Sun reaches its highest or lowest excursion relative to the celestial equator on the celestial sphere.
y#828
"We were at the table by the window with the view,
Casting shadows the sun was pushing through
Spoke a lot of words I don't know if I spoke the truth
Got so much to lose,
Got so much to prove,
God, don't let me lose my mind..."
Casting shadows the sun was pushing through
Spoke a lot of words I don't know if I spoke the truth
Got so much to lose,
Got so much to prove,
God, don't let me lose my mind..."
terça-feira, 19 de abril de 2016
domingo, 17 de abril de 2016
sexta-feira, 15 de abril de 2016
F#1033
Que saudades,
de ter os olhos molhados,
a picar,
da água salgada...
Hoje estão secos.
Mas os outros,
os da alma,
choram.
E implora,
salgada,
que essa imagem
nunca seja apagada.
de ter os olhos molhados,
a picar,
da água salgada...
Hoje estão secos.
Mas os outros,
os da alma,
choram.
E implora,
salgada,
que essa imagem
nunca seja apagada.
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