sometimes when it's cold outside, we like to walk very little.
do not think much.
corner.
hands Pockets, collars turned, thoughts collected, a song in my head constantly, ever, we add arrangements, bits of trumpet, piano pieces and some sweet strings. Is the projection that we put in these arrangements makes our beautiful song. These are the landscapes that make it engenders touching. Anyone hear this version since it no longer exists.
I offer this song by Antony and the Johnsons.
is the absence of everything that makes it sublime.
the desolation that infuses his life.
I hear string quartets in the distance, Ondes Martenot on the chorus, choirs murmured, falling snow and the breath of fire.
between the notes of the piano the laughter of children and eyes that close.
add what you want at this exquisite sketch.
the manner of a Japanese haiku, the most expressive music is that which expresses nothing, who do not chat.
With the evening breeze, the water licking the heron paddles.
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