SKU: A0.976835

2017 Holiday Contest Entry

ALL SLEEPING ON THE HILL

While  it  flowing words and pictures

All are sleeping on the hill

They are so many, so beautiful and pale

They are waiting on the hill

Princesses  looking  frail

That pose  themselves  unnecessary questions

They are  died and  now are  free

but  they wonder why

If I Had  been more yielding, if I had  been a little 'more docile

He is always  so unstable, maybe it was my fault

If I Had known take him, and learned not to respond

If I always said yes, I would be alive and still there

They are women of all nationalities

And girls   who never bloom

While  the seasons and the years pass

Their face is ageless

And they are mothers, daughters or lovers

Prostitutes,  holy or wives

No heaven or hell

They are waiting for you

Tonight the sky is brighter

They will be shining

Shooting stars now that you do not have a sky

Tell me where you flee

Do you feel guilty

But you're not you that you have sinned

Hide the signs

And the secret inside you

Everybody knows

but it is more comfortable silence

As long as you lie to yourself

I had a dream, a nightmare, but I was awake

On the hill expecting me

Princess,  sleeps in the trash

Your  Prince  control no longer has

And a tear remains motionless

Witness of this' atrocities

You Follow the avenue of pain and tears

And  walking on the hill

and reach the motionless  companions

Waiting for you on the hill

unites them by  horrible fate

Different stories with the same ending

And as avenging  goddesses expect

The man who defiled

And it is a black angels  army

their choir is high is unstoppable

resonates loud, an echo that is relentless

haunt your sleep

and a thousand ways to beat you know;

Hide the world what you really are

the last  image  behind  those  eyes

the blind fury inside you

while in the sky it appears lightning

I launch myself on the hill

I put a flower and remain motionless

And and I fall asleep here , on the hill ......... ..

                                                      Monica Bergo

SKU: A0.1246760

This arrangement was made like the original. It doesn't contain chords.

SKU: A0.1247037

This arrangement was made like the original, but in an easy key. Contains chords.

SKU: A0.1246735

This arrangement was made like the original. Contains chords.

SKU: A0.1247054

This arrangement was made like the original, but in an easy key. It doesn't contain chords.

SKU: A0.1374315

Rudesindo Soutelo

Utopias (2021) for Violin and Piano Duo [ca. 11 30]
1. Verdades prematuras / Premature truths
2. Arcádia / Arcadia
3. Ser deus é humano / To be god is human

ISWC: T-307.995.617-1
ISMN: 979-0-707704-23-3 (Piano Score)  979-0-707704-24-0 (Violin Part)

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Utopia was the republic that Thomas More imagined perfect, and that Alphonse de Lamartine profiled as premature truths. Arcadia, for the Greeks was the country of the god Pan, Virgil would transform it into the idyllic paradise of shepherds and poets, and for the Arcadianism of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, it would be the bucolic habitat of the good savage, the dream of simplicity in harmony with nature. Perfection is the fundamental attribute of every deity, showing the way to mortals, so the longing to be god is human.

1,2,1,2,2,2,2 is the mode that sustains the whole work and the ancestral sonorities of the composer echo in it, where utopias flourish.

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Utopia foi a república que Thomas More imaginou perfeita, e que Alphonse de Lamartine perfilou como verdades prematuras. Arcádia, para os gregos era o país do deus Pan, Virgílio, transformá-la-ia no paraíso idílico dos pastores e poetas e, para o arcadismo de Jean-Jacques Rousseau, seria o habitat bucólico do bom selvagem, o sonho da simplicidade em harmonia com a natureza. A perfeição é o atributo fundamental de toda deidade, mostrando o caminho aos mortais, por isso, o anseio de ser deus é humano.

1,2,1,2,2,2,2 é o modo que sustenta toda a obra e as sonoridades ancestrais do compositor ecoam nela, onde florescem as utopias.