Bernardo Sassetti - Morning Circles (TIMBUKTU SOLO SESSIONS)

Imaginação Pura

We Stood Like Kings - Berlin 1927 - Akt I

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xY4HGLtAqk&feature=related

Khalil Chahine para ouvir lendo

Dinah Washington & Max Richter-This bitter earth - On the nature of daylight

The ministril's adieu to his native land - John Thomas (harp)

The ministril's adieu to his native land, pieza de arpa de John Thomas. Obtenido de Easy pieces for harp Volume IV (Catherine Michel & Xavier de Maistre)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHGxisfGsyQ&playnext_from=TL&videos=5sfIL050uss&feature=feedrecmore

Exaltemo-nos em júbilo, que chegada é a Rainha

Beleza JJ

Maravilha - Hotter canta Bach

Aaron Copland - The Promise of Living

Nick Cave volta a atacar

Jim Morrison, The Weird Dawn of Dreams

Descoberto no youtube. Engraçado.

Chama-se Philippe Jaroussky, este pássaro

Ute Lemper canta Kurt Weill

David Antunes - Vinhos e Fados

Anton Bruckner - Locus iste

Anton Bruckner aqui, por exemplo.

6 de Outubro de 1999 - 2009: Primeira Década sem a Divina

Oystein Baadsvik sopra Piazzolla

Let's enjoy the best Hungarian brass quintet with Oystein Baadsvik!Recorded in Budapest at 27.02. 2009.

Suponho que era mais ou menos isto assim-assim que estava na ideia, se não de Galileo Galei, de Antero de Quental ao menos

Sinead O'Connor & the Chieftains- The Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter-tide
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro
In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew