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Saturday, January 28, 2017

Pēteris Vasks,The Fruit of Silence

Frederic Mompou ,Charmes (Adolf Pla, piano)



i suffered too much loss and i deserve better.
my blood floods waste land,
my soul cannot saturate all this dry soil.
i am tired of it, a certain melancholic boredom fills the room,
i feel desolate in the void
until i hear music inside.

why do they clap so hard? to hear themselves?

Federico Mompou,Impresiones Intimas, (Luis Angel Martínez - Piano)



under inquisition i answered delicate questions.
i cannot ask them.
inquisition is the other side of indifference.
inquisition does not answer, only ask.
curiosity is the other side of discovery.
my observations are more and more extra-terrestrial,
i start to feel more comfortable out too.
obscurity is the veil of cowardice learned
and means land's end in fog.
there is nowhere to go but to be.

Frederic Mompou, Música Callada (Piano: Javier Perianes)