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Sunday, January 4, 2015

V.Ashkenazy plays Scriabin Poème No1 Op 32.

another fountain of peace from time



snow..at home

it is beautiful, the snow as it is.
you...are beautiful as you are.
it is much easier to see the snow as it is.
and to watch it melt and go away,
if i am here or not.





“Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.”

A.Camus

today, walking, painting

though there is snow outside in all its beauty,
i may discover different landscapes from inside.
whatever this may mean.
it just doesn't have to mean anything.



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“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy."
Albert Camus

Keith Jarrett & Charlie Haden - One Day I'll Fly Away

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love (Live on KEXP)

yes, life is. it just is. the search for light goes on. once the wound can grow larger than the  light, it will be time to leave. somebody, life, desire. can it be different? i will see. i am an non-believer. only dreams.

it is a nice song.



LAZAR BERMAN plays SCHUBERT Piano Sonata D 960 COMPLETE (1978)

Sergei Rachmaninoff - Fantasie-tableaux (Suite No.1) for two pianos, Op. 5

bonne nuit!



wings

http://sofiakoubli.com/f/02.html


"Without having any other step bellow
to roll the Hades' stairway deeper, 
for the ascent that's calling you once more
you'll feel them growing, oh joy!
the wings, 
the wings, your great, early ones"

see above link, thanks to a friend

from: The Bird, JEAN BIÈS, from:Returning to the Essential

"Anyone who says tree, says sky, anyone who says tree and sky says bird."

"With their colors, birds extract from the invisible the vibratory frequencies belonging to the texture of the universe."

"If the bird gives texture to the immobile with its flight, to eternity with its dazzling speed, to the vacuum with its plumage, it gives full value to the silence with its singing."

"We never see any trace of a bird's passage."

Morocco

well is it not what i should want?

i want to be discovered not analyzed.
but, well.
i can do this myself.
both.
either i really kill myself or i lift slowly ,very slowly,
veil for veil of sadness,
and light can shine inside.
my own is not enough anymore, maybe, maybe.
i may write another book or paint or just dream,
it doesn't matter.
my life is an art by itself, always on the ledge.
either i fly or i fall.



“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”
A. Camus

I had thought about it, deeply, decided for the coffee...