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Verses In Vain

by Kathaarsys

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VERSES IN VAIN ETUDE ABOUT DEATH IN E MINOR NARRATION AND DRAMA IN II ACTS I ACT First reflection, “el sueño de la razón produce monstruos” (Francisco José de Goya) << In the bottom the silence reemerges, An eye-catching brightness hurls between the watchtower Someone pronounces a few senseless words and begins the suffering of the monotonous dawn … The wind bangs the door, someone suffers and someone estimates the profits Nobody seems to import it The voice bites the darkness and hope: -He dies It continues listened this cursed noise being: -The dusk cries, and the humble teat of my haunt rains softly. Remember it my son, it’s important … -I had lost in this damned black abyss. I had consumed all my existence in vain, the revenge of the old spirit ancient will never arrive and this dawn will leave only rottenness. In our imperishable affliction. Now blossoming the mantle of winter and death Doomed In The Black Abyss He talks Doomed in the black abyss and all my existence in vain… Will never arrive the revenge from the ancestral old spirit The dawn leaves pieces of rottenness In the everlasting misery Lost in the black abyss and all my existence in vain … the revenge of the old ancient spirit will never arrive The dawn leaves pieces of rottenness in the everlasting misery I know the meaning (the rain still remain) Through the insane sap extends the thought and the death And I feel the frost melancholy of the wind We walk towards the cold, We observed the lost passing And the eternal pain of dusks… I´m sorry, I don´t try to say anything The unravelled majesty Mysticism in the dead forest The pain reflected in the eternal river of suffering We can verify it, the sadness drew up its footpaths towards the abyss towards some unknown place Nobody can save me I have exhausted the fragility that surrounded my steps But I had not deciphered the masterful enigma. The spirit wolf rambles solitary at the mountains During a moment I watched fixedly in this saddened sea And I underwent the fear of the existence The melodies sounds confuse in the ethereal infinity of wind And the land is drained in my hands I lost the hope in the days while a milliard of twilights speak The pain, the measurement of the existence breaks every day eternal hedonism the inert artifice of the hope senseless hangman, willow of the rot Here is the landscape here is the suffering When the bitter morning comes, forged in fire and evil arts, nothing yet will make sense, when the bitter morning comes, like in my dreams, like vain in verse … Here is the landscape here is the suffering I don´t want that understand anything The bitter farewell of the rain collects the meaning of my life and of my death wouldn’t understand an agony provoked by so real dreams wouldn’t decipher illusions neither in flights nor patronages …. like verses in vain …. wouldn’t see that the life is false, neither the ochre colour of the Sun … If for an alone moment you were crossing the opium door would come to the threshold of the suffering, but not …. -I know well about I´m talking, I had come to say goodbye
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<<Now the forest talks to him>> And all my existence in vain This one is the half-light in which you have died, from the abyss you constructed the everlasting penury You that always… you were regretting about read credit agonizing of the maple on the deprived fog Close to this rotten oak the temple is watched to the suffering The moribund lines fall apart in your hands on water the ancient shade is reflected and in the depth of the forest the existence hides itself On the dawn the hills of the suffering flow and your steps sound emptiness You listen the music of the rot, the brooks of the existence are poisoned the melancholy transition of the crops is observed from this hill, there is listened the existence and the vagueness of life And there remains the feeling of the disenchantment, spirit of the pain buried in discouragement the rain dies in the outside, sound of this loneliness… know where these thoughts lead, cross the paths of the unknown but the infinity does not serve as refuge Agonizing ocean of the spirituality, in the deepest of the infinity You observe the beauty of the gravely injured cedar, the immense weight of the death, valley of the ruin and materializes the banality of the human thought The dreams of the past are diluted in the ashes bloodstained of a solitary oak You come to this land across the suffering close to the high trees of the forgotten mountain The lineage of the dismembered trees makes its way and searches in the forest’s doubt The bitter farewell of the rain The blind sadness in the lost path The cold dead age assembles the meaning of my life and of my death The lineage of the dismembered trees makes its way and searches in the forest’s doubt Agonizing voice of the forgotten paradise Former stagnant dreams blind Magician of the secret places crazy hollow and absence <<Any thought guides to the abyss>>
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<<He thinks about the stagnant water in the abyss>> There will never come the revenge of the old spirit, the distress has been dragged to the deep dream of the melancholy cypress It is the ancient uncertainty, Clear darkness in the atavistic valley of life The words, which in the stony threshold of the ominous river find future, disgust me She does not look at us and should not make it We appear with the lushness of a tree that has not existed And we think about deserving it In that blinker paradise our dreams rotted The worn and indolent loneliness is the only that I still have, The wind in the dark angles of the tower Sleepwalker will whistle in the thick mist and the real form of the solstice will take me sweetly to the last threshold I invoke you god Pan Kill them all Spectral forms in the obstinate light of the river where the impertinent oak of the carelessness grows The moor in which angels distil poison where without realizing the fools will drown with the pride dulled in the dusty signs of the lost experience It is the septic tank of the soul the saddest of all the old songs But my clothes rot and rot my body “The suffering is inevitable my son” There will never come the revenge of the old spirit, the distress has been dragged to the deep dream of the melancholy cypress I see the blazes of a burnt paradise We do not have future My last wills are the sea, the forest the land in which we forge the hope by that tacit agreement We were young but now my serenity rots and rots all that that some day made to us free <<Maybe something of beautiful might be listened in this melancholy, something that will not happen again. We know that it is like that>> -High are the trees, from the thick immortal forest High are the trees … …and deep[we can listen the void] the abyss
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II ACT Second reflection, " Wherever I look I don´t see another thing that reminiscences of death "(Ovidio) The Dawn Will Leave Pieces Of Rottenness <<He feels the abyss>> The dawn will leave pieces of rottenness Observant of pain, pain of dead I remain grasped to the springs of sadness In the limits I still (observe) the distressed silhouette that one that we were disdaining of young but today is October in the unstable cornice of the precipice I appear to the doubt bitterness Dazzled in the memory of the eternities speaker in the cold temple of the uneasiness The silence- the stranger thinks – Recognize the cold and the uncertain nature of firmament And he takes root in the depths of the soul as our forbears did in the irresolute way towards the immortal numens I lie defeated The paradise escaped from my hands slipped sorrowfully between the inert fingers of my agony The tired memory of the eternities fatigues me I dazzle myself, get drunk of reasons already buried in the cemetery of the mistakes narrow is the cell of my isolation in the shady night What is for my privilege of the lie in the indifferent throne of the mistakes A minuscule authority in the world This night I will not reconcile the eternal dream of the old bards dirty bird of evil omen flies over me and flies over the plateau of the disenchantment in the strange place of death Write in pain, degenerates, in the wreckage of the destiny searches obstinate in the flow of the horizons Withered orchids of the spring muck of winter Gabble of dry leaves in the lair of the fox Everything makes presage the future thing -Everlasting
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he says farewell and this is the melody of despondency In the everlasting misery the portrait of the desperation has fused in the fire of the self inspection I sleep in the limit of the absolute thing, lethargic An inert moment Paralysed in the precipice Abyssed and laconic spectres of the misery expectant in the night of the times penetrate in the most eternal of the human thing I feel repugnance Not even an observation of clarity has out unharmed of this putrid consternation I look to the winter and I see the only abyss and recognize my dreams, bitter paths of death, lost now in the breaker indifference of life We look at the land But only they are looked, deserted in the crepuscular hour Do not matter The sleepy nature dies hung discreet in the intimacy of the time Only during an instant I will embrace eagerly her destiny Obscure whim of the fortune I recognize the cold and the uncertain nature of the firmament the horizon had craved suffering in my hands and I feel the terrible weight of the anguish in each of these hills i feel sell, abandoned in my hands I see to be dying the eternal fountain of hope and the bitter torrent of the thought lost in the black abyss Patience The life resounds sadly in the chance moor of the remorses and her aspect is that of all the wasted dialogues in the holes of the lost ages Immersed in the sea of the confused circumstances I feel the fret of the stiff fingers of the hypocrisy there has unleashed the impure scorn of the damned world on the human weakness I watch the hope but under the enormous weight of the fatality the disenchantment emerges I have the sensation of having lost something when nothing should have that to there lose The fallacious feeling of farewell get tragic dyes in this saddened alcove unfathomable denseness cold temple of the old times disappear the end of all meaning inside me the ocean witness of silence vanity in verse I am not worth anything I am lost in the imperishable black abyss of the hopelessness All my dreams were false in the abyss is based the rottenness and the everlasting misery <<The last sigh in the forest of the oblivion breaks the immortal silence>> -I have lost in this damned black abyss. I have consumed all my existence in vain, the revenge of the old spirit will never arrive and this dawn will leave only rottenness in our imperishable affliction. - Remember it my son, it’s important … <<The way continues pleasantly, The wind still banging the door and the silence is listened Nobody seems to matter…>> Concept, annotations and lyric context by J.L Montáns

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released September 1, 2007

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Kathaarsys Pontevedra, Spain

Kathaarsys is an innovative music organization including J.L Montáns (guitar & voice) and M. Barcia (piano & bass)

The band makes their longest tours ever during 2010 and 2011 presenting "Intuition"(2010) and live CD/DVD: "The Concept - Live At Capitol"(2011) wich includes a Book.

In 2012 the exploring spirit continues with Rara Vez including influences from Classical, Flamenco or Acoust
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