Hi blogger,
recently I have listen some "old" album. Album that keep me company especially during this last year and before. One more time I have been surprised for the strange kind of magic that the music have on me. (maybe it is the same for you...)
Music, for me, have the funny and interesting property to tie with memories and hide in them like the stars in a sunny day, in apparently there are no stars, in apparently there are only memories.
All this songs (and many others) evoke in me memories that generate sensation trough it I can touch, see, savor, heard, sniff of people, landscape, voices lost in time, space and hearth!
This is for me the great power of music, a good or bad trip in myself down in the deep tuck of memories close to my inner self, close to my pains close to my pleasure!
Camaron is singing SOY GITANO: "...y una guitarra y tus ojos ay al laito de una candela...", GRANDE MOMENTO!
Good bye music lover .
Mio
"Colour is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key then another to cause vibration in the soul"
Picture: Painting becomes music - by Vassily Kandisky
recently I have listen some "old" album. Album that keep me company especially during this last year and before. One more time I have been surprised for the strange kind of magic that the music have on me. (maybe it is the same for you...)
Music, for me, have the funny and interesting property to tie with memories and hide in them like the stars in a sunny day, in apparently there are no stars, in apparently there are only memories.
When I listen music I fly with it, I know that it can seem stupid or exaggerate, I fly though the time and the space on sky painted of piebald or sad memories. Listen music I can see an old friend away from me, I can see myself young, I can feel a sensation that will repeat but not for this is dead. It's is wonderful!
Now I am listening Willy the Pimp in a while I'm in faculty it's evening maybe too late, I have work on my thesis. Now I am listening Yo' Mama it's raining I am alone only a river keep me company with its deep roar. Now I am listening Island, Black Napkins, Watermelon in Easter Hay, Ogre Battle, The End, Manà, Anyway the Wind Blows, 21th Century Schizoid Man, Little Wings, Nuestros Sueños, Cool Cat, Jealous Guy, Quando Sarò Capace d'Amare, a "stupid" cellphone ringing tone... and so on and on.All this songs (and many others) evoke in me memories that generate sensation trough it I can touch, see, savor, heard, sniff of people, landscape, voices lost in time, space and hearth!
This is for me the great power of music, a good or bad trip in myself down in the deep tuck of memories close to my inner self, close to my pains close to my pleasure!
Camaron is singing SOY GITANO: "...y una guitarra y tus ojos ay al laito de una candela...", GRANDE MOMENTO!
Good bye music lover .
Mio
"Colour is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key then another to cause vibration in the soul"
Vassily Kandinsky
Picture: Painting becomes music - by Vassily Kandisky
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