He is a prolific Argentine composer of film scores. Bacalov has been nominated twice for Academy Awards: for Scoring of Music--adaptation or treatment for "The Gospel According to St. Matthew" in 1967 and winning the award for Original Music Score for "The Postman" in 1996. This song is from the amazingly beautiful soundtrack of the movie "The Postman", and it's an adaptation of Pablo Neruda's poem "Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks": [link]
Luis Bacalov - Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks (feat. Ethan Hawke)
All these fellows were there inside when she entered utterly naked. They'd been drinking and began to spit at her, Recently come from the river, she understood nothing. She was a mermaid who had lost her way, The taunts flowed over her glistening flesh Obscenities drenched her golden breasts.
A stranger to tears, she did not weep, A stranger to clothes, she did not dress. They pocked her with cigarette ends and with burnt corks And rolled on the tavern floor in raucous laughter She did not speak, since speech was unknown to her Her eyes were the colour of far away love Her arms were matching topazes Her lips moved soundlessly in coral light And ultimately she left by that door Hardly had she entered the river than she was cleansed Gleaming once more like a white stone in the rain And without a backward look, she swam once more Swam towards nothingness, swam to her dawn.
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izzzaaaaa, this is extraordinary. strong. enrapturing, alluring. emotive. powerful. intense. beautiful. wow-worthy all-around. this has captured my attention and then swallowed the rest of me whole -- this totally took me in. incredible darling.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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so deserving. i instantly fell in love with this.... instantly. amazing darling
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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