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Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Caroline Lavelle - Innocence Sleeping
happens...moments...
Tomaso Albinoni - Concerto Op. 9/2 in d minor (1/3)
if you can have the patience...2/3 and 3/3 follow in this playlist right here
As is the sea marvelous, E.E.Cummings
As is the sea marvelous
as is the sea marvelous
from god’s
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world
and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust
but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands
and is with sleep….
love,
the breaking
of your
soul
upon
my lips
as is the sea marvelous
from god’s
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world
and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust
but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands
and is with sleep….
love,
the breaking
of your
soul
upon
my lips
I Have Found What You Are Like, E.E. Cummings
I have found what you are like
i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
—in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
—in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
Bob Dylan- "Tomorrow Is A Long Time"-The Rundown Rehearsal Sessions, 197...
If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’
Only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again
Sherezade (Kirov) - Svetlana Zakharova - Farukh Ruzimatov (2002).avi
- Rimsky-Korsakov: Sheherazade: The Tale Of Prince Kalendar
Botticelli con Vivaldi
Every day, Ikkyu
Every day, priests
minutely examine the Law…
And endlessly chant
complicated sutras.
Before doing that,
though, they should
learn how to read the
love letters sent by
the wind and rain,
snow and moon...
minutely examine the Law…
And endlessly chant
complicated sutras.
Before doing that,
though, they should
learn how to read the
love letters sent by
the wind and rain,
snow and moon...
~Ikkyu~
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