stoa - Porta VIII

album introduced

won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1911) the fables VIII Album for the rigorous and traditional neo-classical manner, exquisite orchestral orchestration, the lyrics of poems as a plan,GHD, and ethereal feminine voice interpretation. Grace and extravagant,GHD Purple Butterfly 2011, artistic and lull, people lost in their music.

we wade in the daytime, walking at nightly, walking in the endless blue sky and the sea; we walk in the light of the tunnel, watching the human approximately and getting antique, with apartment for the emotional slit into thousands of silk million thread into the period slot. Road to the end, we saw behind, below the screen of the birds namely weep, and the mirth of children, the park namely how agreeable; ripples sway,GHD IV Dark Straighteners, refraction of light in water and become soft and cordial. We gently eyes closed, enjoying the silence before dawn. The light spilled down like a silk-like, thumping in our faces. I consider we are elated.

neo-classical band from Germany ~ Founded in 1992,GHD Blue Butterfly 2011, the Baroque-intensive intricate and beautiful music, soft and fate of the soprano,GHD IV Pink Straighteners, the German citizen artistic spirit of the music reproduction.

STOA - this from the Stoic (stoicism, archaic philosophy in an of the most major schools of philosophy) the label of a sage male, the morale of the German country beauteous music forgery, the resurrection of the soul who Nietzsche. It's eagle hovering in between the sun and the dangerous rock, the poet's route towards simplicity, the most beauteous song fret almost the deep shade of a tree came from, it is Shouma wail.

inexplicable sorrow of the fragrance of flowers,GHD Blue Straighteners, a touch of drifting everywhere; those faint of woe, such as trickling of water, behind dissimilar curved I do no know while to stop. STOA faint melody came, noiselessly interpretation of the music of our lives. Beautiful but not beautiful, beautiful yet not decadent, slowly flowing into my ears, as if the hand of a depression in the stroke. My nerves anybody stretch across the center of the city, flashing neon, to the jungle, the woods, slowly stretching to the creek. The long tentacles of love, lust to communicate with people, they are light and dark of the keyboard between the jump in the triple fiddle and cello bass 啦 ~ ~ between the loudspeaker any loitering. They like wisps of cigarette as the strings air around, or Yin, or rubbing, or hook, or tick, or cleaning, or elect, and then disappearance always ensemble.

from starting to end we are chasing, enjoying, happiness and chaos, from muddle to grief, from sadness to cry. We are helpless helpless watching the tears flow. Finally, we looked at all before silent until a mist. We give up the right and erroneous, and erroneous to give up, quietly preparing to quit, they ascertain that a lot of repent, but we do not regret it. I think our life is beautiful.

track description

1.Urthona
2.Conclusio
3.Introitus
4.Luvah
5.Mors
6.Partus
7.Scrupus
8.Tharmas
9.Urizen