Poetry by Pablo Neruda and Music by Marco Katz Las piedras del cielo

Tracklisting

  1. Poem I: De endurecer la tierra
    (To Harden the Earth) 2:24
  2. Poem II: El cuarzo abre los ojos en la nieve
    (Quartz Opens Its Eyes in the Snow) 1:38
  3. Poem III: Turquesa, te amo como si fueras mi novia
    (Turquoise, I Love You as if You Were My Bride) 1:52
  4. Poem IV: Cuando todo era altura
    (When All Was Up High) 2:42
  5. Poem VI: Busqué una gota de agua
    (I Searched for a Drop of Water) 1:44
  6. Poem VII: Oh actitud sumergia
    (Underground Outlook) 1:34
  7. Poem VIII: Largos labios del ágata marina
    (Marine Agate’s Long Lips) 2:05
  8. Poem IX: El largo día
    (A Prolongued Day) 0:59
  9. Poem XI: Del estallido a la ruptura férrea
    (From Big Bang to Ruptured Iron) 2:22
  10. Poem XII: Yo quiero que despierte
    (My Desire to Awaken Imprisoned Light) 0:58
  11. Poem XIII: El liquen en la piedra
    (Lichen on the Rocks) 2:28
  12. Poem XIV: Piedra rodante
    (Rolling Stone) 1:59
  13. Poem XV: Hay que recorrer la ribera del Lago Tragosoldo
    (One Must See the Banks of Lake Tragosoldo) 2:59
  14. Poem XVI: Aquí está el árbol en la pura piedra
    (A Tree in Pure Rock) 2:13
  15. Poem XVII: Pero no alcanza la lección al hombre
    (Learning this Lesson, However, Is Beyond Man’s Power) 2:57
  16. Poem XVIII: Ilustre calcedonia
    (Illustrious Chalcedony) 1:31
  17. Poem XIX: Se concentra el silencio
    (Silence Gathers Itself into Stone) 2:14
  18. Poem XX: Ronca es la americana cordillera
    (The American Cordillera is Hoarse) 3:08
  19. Poem XXI: Las pétreas nubes
    (Slate Clouds) 0:54

Personnel

Naomi Katz Cohen – singer
Bob Rodriguez – pianist

Additional Credits

Produced by Ryan Streber and M. Elizabeth Boone
Engineered by Ryan Streber
Recorded and mixed on August 2011 at Oktaven Audi in Yonkers, New York

Press

“This is a wonderful set of modernistic art songs with exotic rhythms and inventive harmonies. Each song is like a tiny short poem perfectly and organically structured in its brevity. I imagine listening to them on a hot summer’s day luxuriating on the verandah sipping an herbal ice tea lost in the delicate evocation of a distant land.”
— Wendy Mae Chambers