Liebe Blog-Besucher/innen,

Dear visitors of my blog,

 

herzlich willkommen in meinem Blog! Welcome to my blog!
 
Die Vorarbeiten für die EP-Produktion haben begonnen ... ich bin dabei einen Katalog für potentielle Distributors/Plattenlabels zu erstellen. Daher sind einige meiner Songs aus dem Blog "verschwunden". Falls ihr eure Favorites nicht mehr findet: Don't worry, be happy ... denn diese gibt es vielleicht bald in "neuem (professionellerem) Gewand" auf EP im März 2020 ... Falls ihr einen Song findet/hört und euch fragt, "wieso hat sie den nicht in die Auswahl mit reingenommen" ... just eMail me :). Danke für eure Mithilfe!
Bitte unterstütze meine Kompositionen/Musikproduktionen und mein Schreiben mit deiner Spende/Kooperationen/Sponsoring ... 

 

Preparations for my EP-production have begun. I am in the midst of compilating a catalogue of old (and new) songs for potential distributors/record labels. Therefore you might not find your favorite in this Blog anylonger, because I have picked it for the pre-selection: Don't worry, be happy, because it might reappear in a new (and more professional) disguise on my EP in March 2020. In case you spot a song and wonder, why I havn't chosen it for my pre-selection, feel free to eMail me. Thank you.

Please support my composing/music-production and writing  with your donation/cooperation/sponsorship:

 
Vielen Dank! Thank you!
 
 

AnU on Iceland ... first novel-quotes and ... photos ...

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Quotes taken from "The Timeless Ones - Where time disappeared" by Ann-Uta Beißwenger 2018 - work in progress

Photographs taken by AnU on Iceland September 2018.

"The Mountains are singing Their songs, memories of ages rushing and rusteling through Their rocky wrinkles."

(Photo taken from Hrísey eastern shore, morning time)

 

"Just after sun has set to sleep, foggy snakes will caress our ancient bodies and murmur their memories into our glacial ears", the Timeless-One whispered.

(Photo taken standing on a hill at Hríseys' east side, New Moon, evening time)

 

 

"The sorcerer

Let him burn

Flames leap high

Ruby crosses

Crackle, sigh

Rough times turn

Fuzzy sorrow fly

For Christ we yearn

Pure and sly

The sorcerer

He shall die"

 

 

 

 

(Text taken from Vol. I "The Sorcerer"

Photo taken at Reykjavík bay, Sculpture garden, facing the harbour on the other side of the bay, just before sunset)

 

 

"They did not care, when the sky was burning." The Warrioress shrugged her shoulders and carefully took some stubborn ice from the glacier to melt it in her iron-pot.

(Quote Vol. III "The Warrioress"

Photo taken on Hrísey at sunset, standing at the the south-western shore)

 

"It's wise to have a home, when the snakes of fog are on their way and the bull of þorgeir is already pawing with his hooves", she told him and shut the door cautiously.

(Text Vol. I, The Sorcerer

Photo taken after sunset on Hrísey, eastern shore)

 

"I have seen your boat, sailing close to mine, she said. We weren't supposed to cross paths yet. But I know we will in future when our pasts have met." (Vol. III)

(Photo outside Reykjavík bay, standing in Sculpture garden)

 

Please note and respect: All photos and text-quotations copyright Ann-Uta Beißwenger 2018.

 

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