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Piero D’Agostino

Ice Sculptures
Silencio in Crescendo
Volando a Tempo
Quando ho Visto Quel Film
La Gente Segreta
Il Tema Dell Oratorio
Flusso Continuo

Piero D’Agostino has taught acoustic guitar in some institutes of music in Turin, Italy. In 1985 he composed and performed the soundtrack for the short film The Wait aired on RAI 3, directed by Fulvio Richetto and produced in the RAI studios in Turin. From 2005 to 2008, a 20 piece Heidelberg guitar orchestra performed some of his compositions in various European cities. Two of his compositions are included in the soundtrack for Buon Lavoro with Giuliana de Sio, Giancarlo Giannini, Lina Sastris, Franco Nero, Massimo Lopez and directed by Marco Demurtas for Cinemascetti Produzioni. The internationally renowned producer and arranger, Corrado Rustici, included his song, Ice Sculptures, on the album, For the Beauty of This Wicked World. This song was played by his brother and acclaimed acoustic guitar player, Peppino D’Agostino.

Facebook: Musica per film

Gypsquard Edition

How did Gypsquard brand form?

It formed when I was young and playing with G-tone from Johannesburg’s Alexandra Township. We tried different styles of art like dancing, singing, drawing and drama. After experimenting with these activities we combined into a group that is now over 15 years old. I am the director and editor because I have a good mind for art and am connected to the Johannesburg Theater Advisor of Art & Culture, Leaf Mabasa. Leaf was the leader of our dancing group called Black Diamond in 2011 and 2013, but he left the pressure of dance, and we started a new chapter as a photography group. We didn’t hesitate to feel like we were real art characters, and our present to the graphic arts was not what we expected. No one expected that we would remain in the same group even though there were no funds, connections, and etc. There was no one in our group who felt disrespected when it came to our practice, and we paid attention to each other. We strived for opportunity and worked hard with the strength and faith that we kept from our many years together. That’s how we got supporters from home that pushed us to create more and earn respect in Johannesburg.

When did Gypsquard brand form?

The Gypsquard brand first formed in 2014, and I created the logo in 2015 in Alexandra. Our Facebook account was hacked in 2016, so we created another one in the Limpopo province at Zebediela.

Where did the Gypsquard name come from? 

Gypsquard’s name was coined by  my friend, G-tone, and it’s allocated to any procedure that is going to make a sound or a familiar object uniquely ours. As the head director, I am going to promote and connect the brand as Gypsquard Crew because we are all photographers, designers and directors.

Where is Gypsquard from? 

Gypsquard is from South Africa’s Johannesburg and Limpopo provinces.

How many years has Gypsquard tried to reach out?

We spent over four years trying to get the Gypsquard name out and present our work to good people. For those first four years we took single edition pictures and advertised them globally.  We were not in a hurry, and some of our models tried to give up, so I told them to take their own photos and send them to me for creative digital design. The plan worked for all of us, and we opened a new Facebook page in 2019 that presents our style. 

Blessings soon came from a connection to the Italian graphic designer Salvatore Occhipinti for the Gypsquard Element album of 2019, and from Illona Jodłowska. She is our photography analyst and romantic fine-art designer. After working with Salvatore and Illona, we began to create our pictures as visual themes in different albums. 

Upcoming work for Gypsquard in 2021 will be photo streams with a lot of illustrations that are dramatic and attentional. We appreciate the support from Asia, Europe, South America, Arabia and Africa. We are honored to believe that Gypsquard is known around the world. More work is on the way.

What was challenging to create and promote?

It was hard when I had to compare what I think and what people expect from Gypsquard Edition. Most of the creative process comes from the directors’ mindsets and characteristics of the artists. We also use some models’ tips to make a digital texture and are close to making a more set piece.

What categories does Gypsquard Brand fall under?

Photo art, photography and music

How can one connect to Gypsquard?

Email: gypsquardedition@gmail.com

Facebook: Gypsquard Photography Style

Jurgen Shpërdhea

Photo by Chris Mok || @cr.mok on Unsplash

Better off Without Me

I feel like the world is better
off without me,
Like my very birth was a
complete tragedy.

I feel like I live in a maze,
from which I cannot
escape,
And if they open my brain,
all they will find is pain.

And pity is a liquor that my
stomach cannot handle,
While I’m throwing up from
drinking one glass of
attention.

So have no mercy on my
soul, but roll my casket
open.
And let my corpse just fall
on the dirt, for every word
I’ve spoken.

Please laugh until you can’t
because this fool is finally
gone.
Father, the world deserves
better, than your second
son.
Mother should have
aborted me while I was still
in her stomach,
The very thought that I
made it this long, just
makes me want to vomit.

And sound the trumpets my
only love for your misery is
gone.
The one man that kept you
as a slave, just sung his
final song.

So smile on darling let me
see that beautiful face from
the hell where now I’m in.
You deserve only Heaven
and light, and not my dark
side that only fights like a
grinch.

No tears to swallow, inside
I’m hallow,
And numb the rope
I’m watching.
The old stole beneath my
feet,
while I feel my throat is
choking.

In my final moments I think
of this,
Can’t call it legacy.
Because the great men are
saving the world, and are
not losers like me.

Take this letter, as my last
will, and while I’m dead,
don’t shout me.
It doesn’t matter if I lived,
now I’m going out by
myself proudly.

And let the people know, if I
had more time maybe I
would’ve amounted
something.
But life is short, just like this
rope, and I think the world
is better off without me.

A Cry for Help

I feel a cry for help
gathering in my throat,
We die a second time,
when we tell ourselves no.

I’m finally numb in my mind,
and I’m blind,
My tears fall like the rain
from the sky, I am chained
inside.

The human is a tool in the
hands of this money
machinery,
We get replaced like wool,
when we hit seniority.

Suppress the revolution,
And kill the attributions.
Climb on our necks,
And steal all the cash.

Become kings of the world,
The revolution can wait.
Father’s deceiving their
votes,
Inquisition in religion’s
name.

The infants body for
breakfast,
The blood of soul for lunch,
Immortal and not ancient,
I’m not a poet, but I’m
harsh.

Sad but true,
People working for a wage,
The revolution can wait,
Sell yourself for a spoon.

Slaves building cities,
Jewels for the richest,
Power is a toy for lords,
But it’s hell for the poor.

I’m not talking to Albanians
only,
But to people made of flesh
and bone.
I’m talking about these
murderers,
On top of every town.

Seven continents, five
oceans,
In the hands of a few
hundreds.
Our planet, Earth the
poorest,
In the hands of these
Nazis.

Rise oh man kind,
Rise oh European,
Grab stones oh Asian,
And March oh African

America come together,
Australia burn the weather,
Antarctica melt and rise the
water levels,
To send to hell these rulers.

These rapist gentlemen,
And whore ladies wearing
silk,
That spend all day in vain,
And take more each.

This world has two kinds of
people,
A killer and a victim.
It’s survival of the fittest,
A millennium without
eating.

The revolution awaits no
strength,
And this is not a call for
war.
It is a cry for help,
Cause our power they
stole.

Its a sobbing,
A fall on my knees
for good.
Its a begging, humbling,
To have mercy
for ourselves like we should.

Cause we’re suffering to
every extent,
And we still keep working
for them.
Then we participate in
massacres,
Like we hate our damn
selves.

We must make a
revolution,
In order for them to work
with us.
And to share in distribution,
Every bite for every mouth.

And I hope with all my
heart,
The whole world gets the
message I send.
Before my name getting old
to start, The cry for help to come to
an end.

About the Poet

Jurgen Shperdhea is a 24 year old poet who claims to be a revolutionary sent to Earth to leave a legacy for future generations that will once and for all change the old systems on which our lives are based.

Instagram: @thatsjurgen