The Geography (also known as Geographia, Cosmographia, or Geographike Hyphegesis) is Ptolemy's main work besides the Almagest. It is a treatise on cartography and a compilation of what was known about the world's geography in the Roman Empire of the 2nd century. Ptolemy relied mainly on the work of an earlier geographer, Marinos of Tyre, and on gazetteers of the Roman and ancient Persian empire.
The Geography comprises two parts: Book one, a discussion of the data and of the methods used; and Books 2–5, an atlas. The original work included maps, but due to the difficulties involved in copying them by hand, the original maps have fallen out of the manuscript transmission. Maps redrawn from the coordinates in the text have been re-added to medieval copies of the work
Arabic writer al-Mas'udi, while writing around 956, mentioned a colored map of the Geography which had 4530 cities and over 200 mountains. Byzantine monk Maximus Planudes found a copy of the Geography in 1295, and since there were no maps in his copy, he drew his own based on the coordinates found in the text. In 1397 a copy was given to Palla Strozzi in Florence by Emanuel Chrysoloras.
Gastón Arévalo (born March 17, 1981) is a Uruguayan electronic artist who has performed in various international festivals and events. His music is a combination of ambient textures and organic rhythms, noises, and sounds, mixing electric-acoustic collages and visual landscapes. He has an aesthetic interest in nature as fundamental influence in his sound.
In its beginnings its work contained an important audionarrative influence, that soon it was disappearing before a search to deep melodies and visual landcapes. He works with visual pieces that incorporate in his live presentations, experimenting in live cinema and visual code.
At 2011 he compose a work called "Deriva" based on the tales written by Horacio Quiroga. This work is released at limited edition tape format. He shares line-ups with artists like Biosphere, Sun Ra Orchestra, Minilogue and many others.
Me gustaría inventar un país contigo
Para que las palabras como patria o porvenir
Bandera, nación, frontera, raza o destino
Tuvieran algún sentido para mí
Y que limite al este con mil amigos
Al sur con tus pasiones y al oeste con el mar
Al norte con los secretos que nunca te digo
Para gobernarlos de cerca si los quieres conquistar
Si tú también lo sientes, si a ti también te apetece
No lo pienses, vámonos, ya somos dos
Porqué no me das la mano y nos cogemos este barco
Celebrando con un beso que hoy es hoy
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo
Que todo estará cerca si cerca estamos los dos
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo
Que todo estará cerca, vámonos
Me encantaría que nuestro país tuviera
Un arsenal inmenso de caricias bajo el mar
Para que al caer la noche yo encienda dos velas
Para invadirte por sorpresa en la intimidad
Con dos habitantes será el más pequeño del mundo
Y sin embargo el más grande de todos los que yo vi
De veras te digo que el himno que escribo es sincero
Habla de que hay tantos países como gente en cada país
Si tú también lo sientes, si a ti también te apetece
No lo pienses, vámonos, ya somos dos
Porqué no me das la mano y nos cogemos este barco
Celebrando con un beso que hoy es hoy
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo
Que todo estará cerca si cerca estamos los dos
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo
Que todo estará cerca no lo pienses vámonos
Porque nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo
Que todo estará cerca si cerca estamos los dos
Gazing out the window of some big girder bird
Down on mother nature's face, torn-up twisted absurd
I wondered what the chances were that you
Were down there looking up at me
CHORUS
Ah, we're as silly as geography
Silly as geography
You and me
We just can't get it right
You're a function of my latitude
Let's end our little warring feud
How I wish you would come home
Or I'll come there to you
CHORUS
People will tell you what to do, where your head should be
They don't tell me nothing I ain't already heard before or better said
We all want focus, we crave company but
We're cross-eyed and punchdrunk from too much scenery
>From our battles with geography
CHORUS
We're a lot like real estate
But the state you're in is never real
It's one helluva rare raw deal
How I wish you would return
We're silly as geography