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The Poets

by The Antogonist

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1.
La trama 02:44
Poem by Jorge Luis Borges Music by The Antogonist El bastón, las monedas, el llavero, la dócil cerradura, las tardías notas que no leerán los pocos días que me quedan, los naipes y el tablero, un libro y en sus páginas la ajada violeta, monumento de una tarde sin duda inolvidable y ya olvidada, el rojo espejo occidental en que arde una ilusoria aurora. ¿Cuántas cosas, limas, umbrales, atlas, copas, clavos, nos sirven como tácitos esclavos, ciegas y extrañamente sigilosas! Durarán más allá de nuestro olvido; no sabrán nunca que nos hemos ido.
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Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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ください汚れ毎年カバーします。 汚れカバー、毎年する必要があります。 汚れたカバーは毎年する必要があります。 汚れたカバーは毎年する必要があります。 Please cover dirt every year. Dirt cover, you need to make it every year. A dirty cover needs to be done every year. A dirty cover needs to be done every year.
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La femme cependant, de sa bouche de fraise, En se tordant ainsi qu’un serpent sur la braise, Et pétrissant ses seins sur le fer de son busc, Laissait couler ces mots tout imprégnés de musc :  — « Moi, j’ai la lèvre humide, et je sais la science De perdre au fond d’un lit l’antique conscience. Je sèche tous les pleurs sur mes seins triomphants, Et fais rire les vieux du rire des enfants. Je remplace, pour qui me voit nue et sans voiles, La lune, le soleil, le ciel et les étoiles ! Je suis, mon cher savant, si docte aux voluptés, Lorsque j’étouffe un homme en mes bras redoutés, Ou lorsque j’abandonne aux morsures mon buste, Timide et libertine, et fragile et robuste, Que sur ces matelas qui se pâment d’émoi, Les anges impuissants se damneraient pour moi! Quand elle eut de mes os sucé toute la moelle, Et que languissamment je me tournai vers elle Pour lui rendre un baiser d’amour, je ne vis plus Qu’une outre aux flancs gluants, toute pleine de pus ! Je fermai les deux yeux, dans ma froide épouvante, Et quand je les rouvris à la clarté vivante, À mes côtés, au lieu du mannequin puissant Qui semblait avoir fait provision de sang, Tremblaient confusément des débris de squelette, Qui d’eux-mêmes rendaient le cri d’une girouette Ou d’une enseigne, au bout d’une tringle de fer, Que balance le vent pendant les nuits d’hiver.
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Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, ché la diritta via era smarrita. Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte che nel pensier rinova la paura!
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The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won't believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbeliever's fright. Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born. Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet Delight. Some ar Born to sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night. The Catterpillar on the Leaf Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief. Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A Horse misus'd upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood. Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born. Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet Delight. Some ar Born to sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night. To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.

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"The poets" is my first album and is complete dedicated to 6 great all-time poets from Europe, Asia and America. It is a experimental album that mix sounds from text-to-speech computer readers, human voices, own composition and street noises


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released December 4, 2017

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Poems by Jorge Luis Borges, Charles Baudelaire, Dylan Thomas, Sagawa Chika, William Blake and Dante Alleghieri

Cover design by the Antogonist, based on Henri Julien Félix Rousseau originals

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The Antogonist is an electronic music initiative. Each album is a monographic about popular culture & art.

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