Man & his piano – GA (a lost work, oil on hardboard – © painting photographed by M Sande Freire)
Concerto: Dinis Costa – piano, e Guida Costa (Margarida) – voz / trombone de varas, nos Duetos da Sé, Sábado dia 15 de Novembro, às 22h
I am pleased to announce a concert this Saturday night (10pm) in Lisbon
at – Duetos da Sé – in Lisbon.
other (outros) links:
(após o concerto haverá mais a dizer.. aqui) after the concert something will most likely be posted here ► Guida Fine Arts
G. Costa – Alice Valente Alves,
D. Costa – João Godinho / M. Modesto
I wish to start this year with a “piano post” so I bring Mozart, some words and an illustration:
no intervalo de cada tecla
sobra uma sombra
É aí que resido
.. ouço mil risos de criança
onde os silêncios de todos os mundos
que habitam nos intervalos das sombras
me sussurram o teu nome
onde todo o ruido tem a inocência das gotas de água
(Maria MFA Costa)
By D.H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
Laying beneath the earth in wait of ships returnéd brimming in false promise, they ask after Pelagarus and the maids. Informed that they’ve apparently gone for a needed rest an odd semblance of hollow void comes over the expression of memories.. (but)
the Erinyes are known for their persistance and Time is no friend to Injustice.
Straight away, go right ahead,
– feel free..
Who needs these?
If I’m not using them why not hang them up and let them dry?
(Cry? …? )
by all means!
Impale.., stake everything,
anything that moves..
There’s an Aquilles of various sorts in everyone.
Who needs ankles?
Paris is mine regardless
The only reason “Any” can be envisaged is so “All” can be nailed.
(They’re almost twins. One must always be attentive..)
Walls and walls and walls and walls,
Walls of tantalizing feet
Oh! You weren’t talking to me..
I’m just pacing my surrender
at the feet of “No Mercy ”
(the sacred cow now all seem to eat)
The solitude of such a deed is a three way street trodden by Million.
An almost sacred trinity within the triplex of a Dantean cycle.
I’ll go fetch my sneakers..
(Below: feet detail taken from a work by Andrea Mantegna, b. circa 1431 – September 13, 1506 ** “The Lamentation ..” painted c. 1480, Tempera on canvas, 68 cm x 81 cm)