Latest Videos - BuzzWorkers - Experimental Electronic Music2009-12-23T21:12:21Zhttp://buzzworks.ning.com/video/video/rss?xn_auth=noClick on the play button to hear Michaël Goldberg's unique version of "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis Presleytag:buzzworks.ning.com,2007-11-11:651146:Video:872007-11-11T11:33:33.087ZSongCookerMichaël Goldberg : "SongCooking is fun"tag:buzzworks.ning.com,2007-11-11:651146:Video:652007-11-11T10:51:14.065ZSongCooker
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</a> <br/>Alentejo - South of Portugal, an area where breath a wind which corrodes you the bones. In the few hamlets which punctuate the afflicted countryside, you can meet some Old Men who will speak to you about this Wind which sometimes sows the Madness. The wind such…
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</a><br />Alentejo - South of Portugal, an area where breath a wind which corrodes you the bones. In the few hamlets which punctuate the afflicted countryside, you can meet some Old Men who will speak to you about this Wind which sometimes sows the Madness. The wind such thought, passes, flees and can devastate all on its passage. In front of you, an extent of arid hills, strewn with cork oaks, single shelters of shade, for the Contemplator in search of quietude. Sometimes the man seeks to cling to a thought, causing a chain reaction which will leave the trace of its passage, the such murmur of the wind in the branches of a tree. But take guard! To the next turning of a hill the wind can turn...