Vladimir Ashkenazy, Rachmaninov , Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor, Adagio sostenuto

Mary Black and Joan Baez , Ring Them Bells

Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on it's side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride

Ring the bells st.peter
Where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand
For the people will know
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow

Ring them bells sweet martha
For the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains they are filled
With lost sheep

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the day is through
Ring them bells, for the time that flies
For the child that cries
When the innocence dies

Ring them bells st.catherine
From the top of the room
Ring the bells from the fortress
For the lillies that bloom
For the lines they are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong

Bobby McFerrin , The Garden

St. Jerome in the wilderness, diary

our body is not just our body, it is us, holds all memories and moving

it finds experience and creates consciousness.
we are this body. we are in incarnation.
we are this body, soul, spirit, consciousness, all of this.
no anatomy, scientist, philosopher , therapist or priest can make us forget:
we are this, our presence is coming with past and going with memory,
we are not separated in a body we have, a soul we have, a spirit we have. we have nothing. we just can do only one thing: be ourselves and move.
we find a limited range for movement, forks where to decide which path to go,
we will always make mistakes, if repeating past choices or making different ones.we will always be vulnerable and we will always err: we must accept this , our mortality shows it clearly. but there is nothing to deny us when we can be free within this knowledge. wisdom is not only to stay inside and and for sure not to seek shelter in rigid mantras,
the greatest wisdom is to be a fool filled and involved with all presence, smiling or crying or still. it is to overflow with the joy of creation and to despair with compassion. a fool such wise cannot be unkind, love is not something he seeks, he is. and acts.
alas, i am taken out of the depth too often, i fail and i give up.
education and conditioning cut their soulless holes in us, inflict a crippled
perception and separate us from our cosmic life, truly from us.
the estrangement we often feel is the price of individuality, of ego.
also we know that fools get hurt. but, just for the sake of truth, we get hurt anyway.
again and again i stay more blind than foolish.
but then, even fools must run when the soles of their feet burn.

'Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow'
"T.S.Eliot


St. Jerome i the wilderness, Mantegna

This man sought ascetic penance: for what?
he had been ill ....

Bobby McFerrin , Messages

Leonid Kogan , Locatelli, At The Tomb

Crosby, Stills & Nash ,Guinnevere

Guinnevere had green eyes
Like yours, mi'lady like yours
When she'd walk down
Through the garden
In the morning after it rained
Peacocks wandered aimlessly
underneath an orange tree 
Why can't she see me?

Guinnevere
Drew pentagrams
Like yours, mi'lady like yours
Late at night
When she thought 
that no one was watching at all
She shall be free
As she turns her gaze
Down the slope
to the harbor where I lay
Anchored for a day

Guinnevere
Had golden hair
Like yours, mi'lady like yours 
Streaming out when we'd ride
Through the warm wind down by the bay
Yesterday
Seagulls circle endlessly
I sing in silent harmony
We shall be free

Handel, Aria , Rinaldo , Lascia ch'io pianga

Vivaldi, Sovente il sole,

Frédéric Chopin, Nocturne in E-Flat Major, Op. 9, No. 2

Claudio Arrau, Chopin , Prelude Op. 28 No. 4

Benjamin Zander , Musik und Leidenschaft