Shard

Normalmente, este blog é o meu espaço de desabafos, partilha de escritos e de sons.
Espaços diferentes para coisas diferentes: não é meu hábito apresentar aqui as minhas experiências em desenho ou fotografia, já que para isso existe o deviantart.

Hoje decidi fazer uma opção diferente:
Participei de um passatempo/concurso de um projecto de design para merchandising dos Linkin Park, baseado na canção Castle of Glass. Uma componente do concurso é a votação online; como ficando caladinho não se chega a lado nenhum (complemento do ditado "Quem tem boca vai a Roma") decidi publicitar aqui a minha participação, esperando que a boa vontade de quem calhar vir visitar o blog os leve a visitar igualmente a página do projecto.

Shard

Visitem... e, se gostarem, deixem o vosso voto clicando no botãozito do lado direito (Facebook ou Twitter).

Deixo aqui o video da canção que serve de base ao concurso. Se estiverem com atenção, conseguirão identificar a imagem de onde surgiu a inspiração para o projecto ;)

Obrigada!

Beloved

It's so quiet I can hear
My thoughts touching every second
That I spent waiting for you
Circumstances affords me
No second chance to tell you
How much I've missed you

My beloved do you know
When the warm wind comes again
Another year will start to pass
And please don't ask me why I'm here
Something deeper brought me
Than a need to remember

We were once young and blessed with wings
No heights could keep us from their reach
No sacred place we did not soar
Still, greater things burned within us
I don't regret the choices that I've made
I know you feel the same

My beloved do you know
How many times I stared at clouds
Thinking that I saw you there
These are feelings that do not pass so easily
I can't forget what we claimed as ours

Morningstar

I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing through the melting walls.
Who will be the first to begin their fall?
Or will we become one?

Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?

(I miss you, my morningstar)

Standing

It wasn't you, it wasn't me, it wasn't anything
It was a day so long awaited and a chance to be as me
I let the wind run through my hands
Before I turned to walk away
In distant days, I long to sense it, all so clear

And fighting time, so hard I pray
That this moment lasts forever
And will the world stay standing still, at least for me
Through my eyes stare into me I bear my heart for all to see
With my face turned to the sun, there ever standing still