Pompeya sin palabras (Música: Joy Division)
01:11 Cuerpos Herculano
01:27 Calles
02:00 Tabernae di Vetutius Placidus
02:25 Tempio di Apollo
02:48 Foro
03:24 Basílica
03:48 Casa del poeta tragico/House of the Tragic Poet
04:51 del fauno (Cassiourum)
05:40 di Cecilio Giocondo/Domus L. Caecili Iucundi/House of L. Caecilius Jucundus
07:59 dei Vettii
09:01 di Marco Lucrezio Frontone
09:14 di Paquio Proculo (Cupius Pansa)
09:24 del citarista
09:37 del Triclinio
09:42 Villa dei Misteri
10:02 Casa del Menandro
10:11 del Centenario
10:16 Tempio della Fortuna Augusta
10:26 Casa di Venere in Conhiglia/Venus en la concha
10:30 Villa del Cicerone/Cicerón
10:33 Casa di Castore e Polluce (Dioscuri)/Cástor y Pólux (Diósuros)
10:38 del Dottore
10:41 della Caccia Antica
10:44 del Bracciale d'Oro/brazalete de oro/Golden Bracelet
10:51 di Marte e Venere/Marte y Venus
10:55 di Giulia Felice/Julia Félix
10:59 del naviglio
11:04 Otras Pompeya
11:20 Casa di Epipius Rufus (Diadumenus)
11:22 degli epigrammi
11:24 di Octavio Quartio (Loreio Tiburtino)
11:25 Mosaico Frutti di Mare (Casa del Fauno)
11:47 Casa del Ceii
11:49 di Fabio Rufo
11:51 di Sirico (Salve lucrum)
12:02 Villa Boscoreale
12:08 Villa Boscotrecase
12:15 Villa Oplontis (Popea)
13:29 Ercolano/Herculano
13:49 Collegio degli Augustali/Escuela Augustal
14:11 Basílica
15:16 Casa dei Cervi/Ciervos
15:21 di Nettuno e Anfitrite/Neptuno y Anfitrite
15:56 del tramezzo di legno/Partem Domus lignea
16:00 dello Scheletro
16:03 del Rilievo di Telefo
16:17 Amazona herida
16:32 Casa del Colonnato Tuscanico
17:03 Tabernae (Nettuno e Anfitrite)
17:24 Terme
17:37 Casa de Venidius Ennuchus
17:59 Villa Dei Papiri
19:12 Stabia
Fuentes:
A day in Pompeii (zero one animation Melborne Museum)
House of Caecilius Iucundus (Lund University, Stockholm University, Swedish Institute Rome)
Eruzione virtuale del Vesuvio del 79 D.C.nella Città di Ercolano (Capware)
La Villa Di Poppea - Oplontis (Rai Uno)
BBC - Life and Death in Herculaneum (Prof. Wallace-Hadrill)
Pompeii Before and After (Ancient Vine. Journey back in time)
POMPEII VIRTUAL 3D (VIRTUAL POMPEII. RICOSTRUZIONE VIRTUALE IN 3D DI POMPEI)
Pompeya Reconstruite (Archeolibri)
Fotos propias, de Manuel Pérez Muro y de dominio público.
Música Joy Division
ETERNAL
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.
Cry like a child, though these years make me older
With children my time is so wastefully spent
A burden to keep, though their inner communion
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall
No words could explain, no actions determine
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall
ATMOSPHERE
Walk in silence
Don't walk away, in silence
See the danger
Always danger
Endless talking
Life rebuilding
Don't walk away
Walk in silence
Don't turn away, in silence
Your confusion
My illusion
Worn like a mask of self-hate
Confronts and then dies
Don't walk away
People like you find it easy
Naked to see
Walking on air
Hunting by the rivers, through the streets, every corner
Abandoned too soon
Set down with due care
Don't walk away in silence
Don't walk away
DIGITAL
Feel it closing in
The fear of whom I call
Every time I call
I feel it closing in
Day in, day out
I feel it closing in
As patterns seem to form.
I feel it cold and warm.
The shadows start to fall.
I feel it closing in
Day in, day out
I'd have the world around
To see just whatever happens
Stood by the door alone
And then it's fade away.
I see you fade away.
Don't ever fade away.
I need you here today.
Don't ever fade away.
Fade away. Fade away.
DECADES
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
Where have they been?
Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.
Where have they been?