I officially finished and released in digital polyptych "¡trágame tierra!" which scores with 6 hours.
4 albums will be jointy released on DVD by Barudă records this summer, after small mastering upgrade.
It was a very spontaneous decision, made yesterday, but it was Now or Never, because my music is changing every day and this material would be more and more out of date, however it is important to me & I want to share it!
Albums of "¡trágame tierra!":
I. ¡trágame tierra! I (El jardín secreto)
II. ¡trágame tierra! (Northern Lights)
III. ¡trágame tierra! (El Microambiente de la Ampliación)
IV. ¡trágame tierra! (epílogo tracks)
Music composed, recorded and mixed by Tekla Mrozowicka
in October, November 2013
Artwork by Jean-Paul Olíňo
Barudă Records 2014
Yesterday evening a man of the cities
Talked at the door of the inn.
He talked to me, too.
He talked about justice and the fight for justice
And the workers who suffer,
And constant work, and those who are hungry,
And the rich, who only turn their back to it.
And, looking at me, he saw tears in my eyes
And smiled with sympathy, believing I felt
The hatred he felt, and the compassion
He said he felt.
(But I wasn’t even really listening to him.
What do I care about men
And what they suffer or think they suffer?
Let them be like me—then they wouldn’t suffer.
All the evil in the world comes from us bothering with each
Wanting to do good, wanting to do evil.
Our soul and the sky and the earth are enough for us.
To want more is to lose this, and be unhappy.)
What I was thinking about
When the friend of the people talked
(And what moved me to tears),
Was that the distant murmuring of cowbells
That evening didn’t seem like bells of a tiny chapel
Where flowers and brooks were at mass
With simple souls like mine.
(Praise be to God I’m not good,
And have the natural egotism of flowers
And rivers following their bed
Preoccupied without knowing it
Only with blooming and flowing.
This is the only mission in the World,
This—to exist clearly,
And to know how to do it without thinking about it.)
The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.
But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?"