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"It could have been worse," Abraham Boba new video

think you will agree with me, lovers of good-music-national're in luck. Yes, folks, this 2011 is still a non-stop in terms of new releases are concerned, and as I repeat often, who does not have a good record to hold onto it because it is not wanted. At Vetusta Morla bombings or Russian Red , we must add other albums that I have conquered as much of , the co-pilot of , Bird Sunrise, Fabian, The Bright, Cyan and, Of course, Abraham Boba . The keen pianist, one of the best musicians taste of the moment, has signed a record, Desert Days, which stands at the forefront of the national scene. Each of the songs from his latest album Music in a delicious snack, clean songs, perfectly arranged and texts that we find a first-rate composer. Today I share with you the new video clip Abraham presented a few days ago, could have been worse , precisely one of the most luminous of the album and also one of the favorites of a server. Can you think of a better way to sink his teeth into on Tuesday that it smells like summer? I do not ...

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as the crow flies, ISTANBUL

Image taken from his blog, Fatma Aras

as the crow flies, ISTANBUL

But somehow neglected the veil of time

Fatma Aras

At night, sister, you take the west sweetened with moss margins Moon River on the outskirts of Istanbul. The demolition Byzantine change the skin of the earth and moved the evening after working all day plowing the field of dreams mask the city, while its streets hide many a painful solitude and output: the years - 've written, it happens Fatma sensitive side of compassion and pour in rocks and walls of ancient wall that fit the melody sounds of virtuoso with glasses of water. A black bird, however, flies above us dizzy cluquejant the dark crystal of life.

(in Turkish Waters, 2010)

ISTANBUL A BIRD FLIGHT

But somehow I forgot the veil of time

Fatma Aras

night, sister, we'll take you from the west to the shores sweetened moss Moon River on the outskirts of Istanbul. Byzantine ruins change the skin of the earth as the sun moves throughout the day after working in the field of dreams carving the mask of the city, while its streets hide a long a painful solitude and out: the years-has written succeed Fatma-sensitive side of compassion and pour in rocks and ancient walled sound walls that would meet Virtuoso of the melody with the glass of water. A Bird Negro, however, by enzyme Fly Us graznando obscure the swells of the crystal of life.