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Peter Hrodebert (1998 - )
Malaisie , KualaLumpur Inscrit sur le site depuis 17/06/2012
Peter Hrodebert (previously Sonic Hooves)
Né en Kangar, Perlis, Malaisie
Maintenant vivre dans Ampang, Selangor, Malaisie
Anniversaire: 6 Août 1998
Langue: Chinois & Anglais
Mon E-mail: pazi1357@gmail.com
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Instruments Instruments: Piano, Flûte, Violin
Gamme de voix: Ténor Compétences Arrangeur, Compositeur, Editeur, Professeur, Auditeur uniquement Qualification Diploma in Music Composition Web YouTube Suiveurs 8 membres suivent cet artistePartitions Audio 15 MP3 15 MIDI Licence Pas de licences
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Aegean Sea
Ecrit le 2015-11-28 par Peter Hrodebert Imagine the azure purity sea
jumping like the music
notes,
Imagine the cerulean sky is so
luminous like the reflection
of Sapphire,
Imagine there is a sanctuary
fulfilled with mysterious
legend,
Imagine how the majestic
statue shines like the golden
rays,
Imagine the Aegean sea
fulfilled with a thousand
years of myths,
Imagine the majestic building
with the statue of a thousand
gods,
Imagine walking through the
beach at the starry night with
blowing sea breeze,
Imagine there was a white
lofty sanctuary passing
through thousand ages.
If there is a day,
I forget what is love,
I forget what is
imagination,
I forget the whole world,
Remember that,
The sea is always being
there,
Where the ship has no chance
to stay,
Before I am gone,
Call my name again.
Seams of clouds
Ecrit le 2015-03-19 par Peter Hrodebert Always felt that,
Winter cloud is particularly
clean,
Like wearing the wedding
dresses,
Specially for every meter of
sunshine.
The taste of the wind has
changed,
But the wind is still.
I leave a seam in the
curtains,
Let the sun shine on the heavy
diary.
Peeping across the glass ,
Longing for a kinder, gentler
world.
But everyone knows the outside
world,
Is it really still a kind and
gentle world?
Meditation
Ecrit le 2014-11-26 par Peter Hrodebert
Moonlight,
Through the gap of leaves,
And sprinkles the silver
light.
The Crickets,
Stopped their singing.
The Star is looming,
And shining the hope.
I did not immerse,
Just enter the meditation.
Bat
Ecrit le 2014-10-12 par Peter Hrodebert
Sunset stained the hills,
The advent of the night,
Gradually wiped out the blood.
I am a black hideous bat,
Always active in the lonely
air.
Perhaps I can open my wings,
Only in the darkness.
Maybe once I like a devil,
Broken through the lonely
heart,
By a miserable cry.
The time accumulated my
loneliness,
Like only being a bat,
In the suffocation midnight,
Singing the broken music
pieces.
In the dark kiln,
Who is hanging,
Desire the brightness,
But powerless soul.
The Dark Shadow
Ecrit le 2014-08-26 par Peter Hrodebert
I hide in the bright corner,
Awaiting for the dark shadow.
I hear the cold wind outside
the window,
Blowing fiercely,
The leaves tapping through,
Outside my window,
Just like the calling of the
darkness.
When the darkness falls,
I hide in the dark corner,
The shadow,
Is calling me.
I looked at the shadow,
But there is just,
Emptiness.
The scare, emptiness,
Fulfills in my heart.
I can’t find the dark
shadow,
Because it hides in,
The room,
Fulfills with,
Darkness.
The cold wind,
Is stop blowing,
The world soaks into silence.
Except, I kept hearing a
sound,
Coming out of nowhere,
That is the sound of dark
shadow,
Calling me.
Elegy
Ecrit le 2013-08-31 par Peter Hrodebert
Frost does not melt,
The candle is extinguished,
And the lamp oil is depleted,
The nightingale cries in the
darkness.
The painting is still here,
But you're already gone.
The time are corroding the
poems,
Like a glass,
Broken on the earth,
Bury into memories.
Piano, flute,
Playing an elegy.
Who are listening to this
song?
This song is like crying.
Who are playing this song?
It is appearing me a trace of
memories.
This is a melancholic night.
Why make this ending,
Become a farewell,
Too poignant scene,
Written with tears in my eyes.
Wars of the roses
Ecrit le 2013-07-07 par Peter Hrodebert
Later in afternoon,
When I close the last window,
I saw a beautiful rose,
White - covered with red
blood.
When the summer arrives,
I’ll give you my life.
Rain has washed your face,
While tears are washing the
sky.
Too close to the death,
Distance makes me fear.
Asked you where we lay,
And my last pray.
But I imagined your shiny
hair,
Under the shiny crown.
Now’s just blood on the
crown,
I wish it won’t be long.
How can you leave me here,
My heart is just a mess.
Like someone else know,
And just let it go.
Ending the day,
Kill me somewhere.
This day who cares,
Just you and I.
As all the tears,
Have been dried by the wind.
The rose,
White like bones, red
like blood.