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daybloomcrowToday is the day where I set sail on my biggest voyage. I've ventured into the oceanscape, but this time it's grand, and perhaps permanent... I may be gone for days, weeks, months, years... however long it takes to find myself amidst the sounds of the sea.
EARLY DAYS
The voyage has begun. Already, the melancholic from the tropical farewell of uma súplica no longer gleams with a bittersweet hum as the soft ocean hums take over, a grand first impression of my initial sailing into the vast ocean this music encompasses, while oração do mar continues to impress with the rhythmically ambient waves of post-rock splashing fervently against the hull of my ship; the waters grow rough, but the volume remains pleasant on the ears.
A GREAT REALIZATION
Finally, turbulence everlasting draws to a close! Now we enter calmer waters as tuas pegadas approaches upon the horizon, initially unimportant; what a fool I am! Passing casually only further notes that chaos and tranquility can, indeed, go hand in hand. In fact, it truly has me wanting to sway along with the aquatic chords... samba away my bad thoughts... my worries of mishaps seem to fade away as I embrace my rash choice with a newfound stoicism.
SOUNDS OF THE PAST
Ah, now approaches the o oceano de solaris, something about the sounds here are all too familiar to those of my home... understandable in a way unlike journeys already experienced. At this point, the mechanical whirring of the ship's percussive motors functioning distracts me from my revelation - also apparent, is how well it harmonizes with the splashing of water below and the calls of the birds far above; evidently, the shore - and with it - bustling of terrestrial life both land and sky-bound synergize with the sea's calling, my conclusion being that one cannot be appreciated without understanding the other.
BRAVING STORMS
All my thoughts leave me so enthralled, de areia e sal hit me before I even realized! The sea's roughest waters present themselves here. A storm has been brewing and the thundering grows louder, loud enough to take me out of my mind. Against all sane judgement, I simply bask in the eye of the storm... there is peace, but I am soon drawn back to closed quarters to guide the ship and await calmer pastures.
A FESTIVAL AND FATE
As the clouds fade from dark to light, the other end of the land encapsulating the water is no longer distant as it once seemed; the scarborough fair (cântico) already audible in all of its folkish pleasantries. Such calls of culture further tempt me away from the sea... though only for a fleeting time. Restocking with some exotic baked goods and unique fruits of summer. Perhaps foolish, I continue my voyage in spite of the worsening rumblings from a sétima onda during my time docked. It is an absolutely absurd call, with waters now choppier than ever, waves of concerning proportions roll in the distance... most would indeed stay docked in such conditions. I, however, am hit with a dashing of fate. I know I will be fine, even when I do not know. I continue on, braving the worst of the worst so the reward of my trip may be ever sweeter...
THE FINAL STRETCH
...And so, it's all calming down with trilhas de água accompanying me. Though the break from the storms of the past is nice, I can't help but miss the adrenaline they brought. A way to wind down remains nice no matter the circumstances, however. I begin to reminisce on the final stretch of my voyage as an inconceivable amount of time has gone by already... what have I gotten from this experience, and what more do I have to see? Such things are left to be pondered later as I reach my home shores, returning to the very same dock I left behind, time immemorial. The noise of the land catches me by surprise, but it greets me pleasantly as if I had never left at all...
So my curiosity is quelled... I have seen so much and thought even more... a clearer understanding of what intrigued me is evident. Such combinations of the sights and sounds presented are unlike anything I have heard. From the potent crashes of post-rock waves to the ambience of a shoreline shoegaze, a rhythmic groove akin to samba overtaking it all with the emotional vulnerability one only experiences when they are comfortable expressing themself... the sea brought me so much more than I anticipated.
EARLY DAYS
The voyage has begun. Already, the melancholic from the tropical farewell of uma súplica no longer gleams with a bittersweet hum as the soft ocean hums take over, a grand first impression of my initial sailing into the vast ocean this music encompasses, while oração do mar continues to impress with the rhythmically ambient waves of post-rock splashing fervently against the hull of my ship; the waters grow rough, but the volume remains pleasant on the ears.
A GREAT REALIZATION
Finally, turbulence everlasting draws to a close! Now we enter calmer waters as tuas pegadas approaches upon the horizon, initially unimportant; what a fool I am! Passing casually only further notes that chaos and tranquility can, indeed, go hand in hand. In fact, it truly has me wanting to sway along with the aquatic chords... samba away my bad thoughts... my worries of mishaps seem to fade away as I embrace my rash choice with a newfound stoicism.
SOUNDS OF THE PAST
Ah, now approaches the o oceano de solaris, something about the sounds here are all too familiar to those of my home... understandable in a way unlike journeys already experienced. At this point, the mechanical whirring of the ship's percussive motors functioning distracts me from my revelation - also apparent, is how well it harmonizes with the splashing of water below and the calls of the birds far above; evidently, the shore - and with it - bustling of terrestrial life both land and sky-bound synergize with the sea's calling, my conclusion being that one cannot be appreciated without understanding the other.
BRAVING STORMS
All my thoughts leave me so enthralled, de areia e sal hit me before I even realized! The sea's roughest waters present themselves here. A storm has been brewing and the thundering grows louder, loud enough to take me out of my mind. Against all sane judgement, I simply bask in the eye of the storm... there is peace, but I am soon drawn back to closed quarters to guide the ship and await calmer pastures.
A FESTIVAL AND FATE
As the clouds fade from dark to light, the other end of the land encapsulating the water is no longer distant as it once seemed; the scarborough fair (cântico) already audible in all of its folkish pleasantries. Such calls of culture further tempt me away from the sea... though only for a fleeting time. Restocking with some exotic baked goods and unique fruits of summer. Perhaps foolish, I continue my voyage in spite of the worsening rumblings from a sétima onda during my time docked. It is an absolutely absurd call, with waters now choppier than ever, waves of concerning proportions roll in the distance... most would indeed stay docked in such conditions. I, however, am hit with a dashing of fate. I know I will be fine, even when I do not know. I continue on, braving the worst of the worst so the reward of my trip may be ever sweeter...
THE FINAL STRETCH
...And so, it's all calming down with trilhas de água accompanying me. Though the break from the storms of the past is nice, I can't help but miss the adrenaline they brought. A way to wind down remains nice no matter the circumstances, however. I begin to reminisce on the final stretch of my voyage as an inconceivable amount of time has gone by already... what have I gotten from this experience, and what more do I have to see? Such things are left to be pondered later as I reach my home shores, returning to the very same dock I left behind, time immemorial. The noise of the land catches me by surprise, but it greets me pleasantly as if I had never left at all...
So my curiosity is quelled... I have seen so much and thought even more... a clearer understanding of what intrigued me is evident. Such combinations of the sights and sounds presented are unlike anything I have heard. From the potent crashes of post-rock waves to the ambience of a shoreline shoegaze, a rhythmic groove akin to samba overtaking it all with the emotional vulnerability one only experiences when they are comfortable expressing themself... the sea brought me so much more than I anticipated.
