One by one the guests arrive,Leonard Cohen

One by one the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh, love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
Oh, I need you now

And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And "Welcome, welcome" cries a voice
Let all my guests come in

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh, love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
Oh, I need you now

And all go stumbling through that house
In lonely secrecy
Saying, "Do reveal yourself"
Or "Why has thou forsaken me?"

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh, love I need you,I need you, I need you, I need you
Oh, I need you now

All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh, love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
Oh, I need you now

And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast
Beyond the garden wall

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh, love I need you, I need you I need you, I need you
Oh, I need you now

Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
Those who earnestly are lost
Are lost and lost again

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh, love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
Oh, I need you now

One by one the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The broken-hearted many
The open-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh, love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
Oh, I need you now

Tchaikovsky - The Nightingale

Rachmaninov Vespers - 6 Hail Mary

Nothing Is Sin - The Tiger Lillies

sin is to act against better knowledge and ..






A billion diamonds glisten in the sea
Each of those diamonds is dirt cheap
Each one is free
You know money cheapens each and everything
I want to turn out all the lights and to you sing
Nothing is sin
I just a dreamer who they've dragged to earth
Just an angel they've covered in dirt
It doesn't matter if i laugh or if i cry
Scream obscenities or sing lullabies
Nothing is sin
It doesn't matter or mean a thing
You'll rape my soul even in your dreams
God he haunts each moment still
I'm innocent if him you could kill

Sf Serafim de la Sarov

Pasyukov - (Rare) Do Not Reject Me In My Old Age - Chesnokov

Baden Powell no "Chico & Caetano" - "Além do amor/Deixa"

...sometimes

2004 - Anouar Brahem - TV5 Monde - Le Pas du Chat Noir - 2/6

Anouar Brahem - "Deliverance" from the album "Souvenance

parts of..

i really enjoy the depth and the rich pattern in this music,
eddies in the flow, backcurrents, sidecurrents,
rich and leading to slilences, wonder.

Anouar Brahem - kashf

when i listen to music and to music like this,
i feel physical restrictions go and leave,
and when it stops i am hurting but still carry
lightness and  happiness inside

Neruda, In one kiss

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from:

If you forget me:

"You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,.."

and the night is black and dense with death

the goat stands still.
the stars are falling,
they burn the grass
and the wind takes

the smoke uphill.
the goat stands still.
the earth trembles
and no bird will sing.

only a hungry child
cries in a corner,
silently, no voice
rises anymore

out of this pain,
this dry little throat,
and flies crisscross
his putrid eyes

now i ask, i ask,
where are these angels
out of  missionary booklets,
strutting class rooms

where are the pious helpers,
helplessly enlightened,
their love for the earth,
will it embrace this child?

will you take him or her
in your arms for the last
and frightened gasps,
allover scabies and dirt

will you look in these eyes
they ask you a question
you cannot answer
but by presence

will you help
to cross the bridge
holding this hand
or will you walk on

Not even dogs bark now,
and the night is black
and dense with death.


memories, Uganda