#classical
Esto es el himno de los Querubines de P.I. Tchaikovsky. Hay algo en la música de Ligeti, sin parecerse en nada, que me recuerda mucho a esto.
https://youtu.be/ggUtlUHIqQQ
Just gets better and better….
I know I have to let this go. My mind is telling me to run and never look back. But my heart, oh my heart -it’s badgering my soul to sink deep in the ocean of my cloaked emotions. Words do not narrate my subtle life, but moments do. I exist not in this life. I exist in moments.
This unfaithful sobriety from the taste of you -I almost once had in my mouth.I am staying quiet and I am staying shut.
I am aware I am not allowed to admit that I miss you. Because you gave me no reason to. Even if it means death, I want to die whispering the truth,
talking to your heart, before it stops beating too.
I could not help myself -pull myself out of the state of constant wallowing. You had left the town with a significant piece of my existence. I waited and I waited -knowing you’ld be somewhere far -laughing and drinking it away with your chaps. But I knew, deep in your heart, you could not get rid of the longing that needed my presence, somewhere close to you. The melancholy had befallen us. Our death was inevitable.
“Tender, she said again. Tender is kind and gentle. It’s also sore, like the skin around an injury.” — Brenna Yovanoff.(Details:Girl with a Pearl Earring, oil painting by Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer, c. 1665.)