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Once,
I had a dream.
somewhere between night and morning.
I was hiding
in the shadow of the moon
and
I forgot, for a moment,
the madness of reality
Until ...
I waked up in my cloud
high, above everything.
Is this the moment to learn to fly?
Or shall I swing
on the rhythm of heartbeats
saying that happiness is nearby?
and ... what remains:
Empty bubbles as memories.
Listen to Schumann: Traumerei
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I try to scatter the light so it becomes only tangible
and in the dark I try to hide for the time,
because with aging the dreams are molting and memories fade,
evaporate.
This is why music is my endless desire to you.
This is why my cello hums - very gently and almost inaudibly - on the colours of orange and red.
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Ik probeer het licht zo te verstrooien
dat het alleen nog tastbaar wordt
en in het donker probeer ik me
te verstoppen voor de jagende tijd
omdat bij het ouder worden de dromen vervellen
en de herinneringen vervagen,
verdampen
zo is muziek mijn eindeloos verlangen naar jou,
zo neuriet mijn cello - heel zachtjes en haast onhoorbaar - op de tonen van oranje en rood
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Listen to JĆ³hann JĆ³hannsson - Flight From The City
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It seems to be a story
and all the sense seems to vanish
as a sound,
dragged by the wind.
And you my love,
you are hiding
somewhere in my hart
deep
I tried to remember you
but as time goes by
memories become like old pictures
colors are fading.
It seems to be a dream
but I won't wake up
to avoid the pain of loosing you
again.
- I miss you so hard -
Nowadays,
I only have my cello to share my sadness
and ā¦ while playing there is only you
Listen to the colors of orange and red.
Listen to Mozart: Sinfonia concertante, K 364 - 2. Andante @ Zagreb International Chamber Music Festival (2011)
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Maybe we played all our cards
in that strange game
love or life
What does it matter,
if we don't know how to play
The gods throw the dice,
the attempt to loose,
what we can't win.
is it a sin
And you, my love
if there was a glimpse of lightā¦
Still it remains
covered in the dark
In these days
I buried the colors,
the colors of orange and red
Listen to Ravel - Pavane pour une infante dƩfunte - Barenboim
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Leaving,ā¦ you do overnight.
When the moon is hiding.
When everything is still and quiet.
When the streetlights are glowing as small candles.
When there are no more words left.
When dreams are evaporating.
And the only music you hear is the sound of your own steps, running.
Running ā¦
A vague of smoke fills the station when the train leaves. A soft requiem.
And I know that you will never return despite all the promises you made.
And I will forget.
Forget the meaning ā¦ of the color of orange and red.
Listen to Vilja-lied (Die lustige Witwe) performed by RenƩe Fleming
JAAK7442 - au revoir
Le diner
It was raining and cold that evening. We went to a bistro, somewhere in Brussels. We had a chat about music, wine and pleasure. The common talk to avoid the pain that love can bring. Cava, Bordeau and wodka ā¦ the grand escape from reality. You talk about your dreams, the Opera aria's you would sing, the scenes you would play and I was listening, drawing your shadows, creating my bubbels ..
As a painter, I know how the light can reflect colors and how they sketch the details of loneliness.
But that evening, your eyes where shinning and it felt as magic.
As you were pretty, ... and just the colors of orange and red.
GymnopƩdies Eric
The film Satie and Suzanne: you can find it on Youtube:
Wodka, Morgane and me.
Later that evening, in my studio. I saw you looking in my sketchbook, looking for a story, looking for a drawing not yet photographed, searching for a hidden secret.
And what you said about colors and paint, about drawings, the secrets of the stills, the dance of the shadows in the light. The things a painter should knowā¦ I didn't hear, just looked at you, dreaming, ā¦
But this time, no past, no memories, only the moment of being. Not freezing the moment of a scene to remember. Just empty bubbles and no paintings anymore.
Just.. the colors of orange and red.
Listen to J. Brahms Symphony No.3 in F Major, Op. 90 3mvt.
Lausanne ā EPFL, Art Lab
Das markante, verbindende Element fĆ¼r drei neue Ausstellungspavillons auf dem Campus der Ćcole Polytechnique FĆ©dĆ©rale de Lausanne (EPFL) bildet eine Dachkonstruktion mit hybrider Tragstruktur, die sich Ć¼ber eine LƤnge von 235 m erstreckt.
Die Tragstruktur bilden Rahmen aus zwischen teils perforierten StahlflƤchen eingebettetem Brettschichtholz.
Erƶffnung: 2017
Architekt: Kengo Kuma and Associates.
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As winter comes
with snow, ice and blizzards
White castles growed over the black landscape
and every color left, froze to the dark of blue,
hidden in the shadow of a moonlit night.
You said there was a quest
and I had to find
what I had lost
Do I remember?
A night
with snow, ice ... as winter comes
and the colors of orange and red became
darker than blue ever can be.
(Album - Short stories : The color of blue)
Anna Netrebko
It was not the wind, Blowing from the heights, Op.43, No.2, Nikolay Rimsky Korsakov
today was Rhianna's first day of art school. She totally loved it! i've tried rhianna in other activities - music class and then i tried gymnastics - but she hated them all. i'm so glad i finally found her niche. next week they will be making masks. and yes, she wanted to wear her tutu to art school. lol
It was in a cafe in Brussels,
a small coffee house colored in the deep of dark orange.
You sat alone near the window.
Our eyes met and you smiled to me while sipping your cup of coffee
I was enchanted by your glance.
and what followed was
a strange game of looking and looking away,
seducing with eyes,
challenging
and for a moment I ā¦
You stand up, took your black coat and your handbag,
and walked towards me.
With a soft voice you whispered
nearly in my ear: "I am Eve "
and before I could answerā¦
I heard the bell,
the door was closed gently
and you were gone, vanishedā¦
forever
Listen to Dmitri Shostakovich - Piano Concerto No. 2 - II. Andante
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We work together
forging plans
in secret societies
We will change the world
we want to conquer with love
and all the gods are so beautiful
and ā¦
you know the end of the story,
do you?
Listen to Max Richter - Dream 13
My Love,
I am writing you to say that I am fine now.
Paris is wonderful. I have a room with a view on "la Bastille".
I already did audition at the "Grand Opera National de Paris". Hopefully, I get a role in Mozart's play: Cosi fan tutte.
Yesterday, I went "au Grand CafĆ©" to warm me up. While I was sitting there, drinking a cup of coffee, I met a painterā¦ You have to meet him. His work is remarkable. You must see his drawings. He wants to make a portrait of me, he said.
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".. even the sound of charcoal on paper or the whisper of the last light beam before sunset, touching, caressing the contour of your bodyā¦ You know: It makes shadows when the light fadesā¦."
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My French is getting better these days and ā¦ I think I am happy nowā¦
Though, memories are slipping through my fingers ...
... vanishing in the colors of orange and red.
Listen to Charles Aznavour : Hier encore.
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Leica M-P & Summilux-M 35mm
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Architekten: Kengo Kuma and Associates, Tokio mit CCHE Architecture et Design, Lausanne
Bauherr: Ćcole Polytechnique FĆ©dĆ©rale de Lausanne
Standort: Route Cantonale, 1015 Lausanne, Schweiz
Fertigstellung: 2016
Snow,
ice, fog
And the color blue.
It was late and the night was dimly illuminated by the moon. The stars disappeared into the mist. I looked through the window of my studio and I even tried to follow the snowflakes. A symphony filled the room.
Once you said that the earth is less cold in orange and I had to try.
I want to love you, but I do not know how, ā¦
Hope is nothing more than a delayed disappointment enshrined in the colors of blue.
Listen to: Ashkenazy plays Chopin Nocturne in C sharp Minor (No.20)
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It was a cloudy day
and freedom was high
somewhere deep in the sky
Gloriousā¦ā¦
It was a memory,
a phantom,
a shadow that brought me down
Hard!
Is it forbidden to fly in dreams?
(As an answer to my snoring)
Listen to Tina Guo play the Flight of the Bumble Bee (Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov)
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...
There were nights, and mornings
when you clung to me.
Found your way into my bones, my joints
into my veins.
Like an animal you coiled your darkness around me
you spelled your name in charcoals
all over my body "
āāāā "These Days" by Ane Brun
Listen to Ane Brun: "These Days".
"Stop
All that I have is all that you've given to me
Did you never worry that I'd come to depend on you
I gave you all the love I had in me
Now I find you've lied and I can't believe it's true
Wrapped in her arms I see across the street
And I can't help but wonder if she knows what's going on
You talk of love but you don't know how it feels
When you realize that you're not the only one".
Song by Ane Brun "Stop"