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SONNET CIV 06:04
SONNET CIV William Shakespeare To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv'd; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceiv'd: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born, was beauty's summer dead.
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SONNET CXXIX 04:46
SONNET CXXIX The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust, Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
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SONNET CXIII 06:29
SONNET CXIII William Shakespeare Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function, and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch: Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch; For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight, The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, The mountain or the sea, the day or night, The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature: Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
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SONNET II 04:11
SONNET II William Shakespeare When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
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SONNET CXL 06:15
SONNET CXL William Shakespeare When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
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SONNET CXLIV 05:24
SONNET CXLIV William Shakespeare Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride. And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, but not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell: Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

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This album, comprised of six works from a research that interconnects the passionate aspects of Shakespeare sonnets with religiously sourced African rhythms. Unlike the "immaculate condition" notably held by Christians, African beliefs are based on human archetypes. Orixas, like all of humanity, have an emotional response stirred by love, respect and, sometimes, possession. Counterpointed by a place where the ego comes before the common good, well described and found in reasonable portion among mundane literature, including Shakespeare sonnets.
rossano.v@gmail.com

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released January 29, 2016

Recorded and Mastered at Wah Wah Studio by Michel Kuaker
Assisted by Clive Mund
Mixed by Rossano and Michel Kuaker at Wah Wah Studio

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Evento: Mitose MG, Brazil

This is a musical experiment developed by the musician Rossano, based at the Shakespeare's sonnets and Afro-Brazilian rhythms. The work reveals the several perspectives of an event, in this case, crossing the languages as literature, mhytology and music.
This experiment tries to build a place where different cultures can live together.
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