Imagine
Many more 'things I say and I are much less the words to do it. Air weird, are not very good at change, I always get lost in a whirl of thoughts, already 'funny this concert last night at the CPA in Florence, in a trio percussion, saxophone and piano. Drift waves, heat of human understanding, imagine if that stopped in those two hours of music was the real world. Dinner with so many people talking about Bianciardi, Gadda, politics, thinking that people can not speak more 'policy. And the notes are the ones that my minidisc and 'refused to register, sin were beautiful, but perhaps a signal that tells me is not' possible to stop the beauty, that comes and disappears instantly, and the rest of 'the heart of jazz , what sudden die instantly, what is played immediately becomes the past, you do not have time to feel, you are immediately thrown forward, and perhaps' the magic of suspension that has no past and no worries about the future fascinates me jazz, you're just in that moment and there are no sudden troubles and there are no joys and sorrows, there 's only the relationship with this entity' and that 'the music. And those colors as they were strange, 2 hours with my eyes closed listening to the notes only, not caring about the facilities and infrastructure, which indicated the direction the music. Here are many things I wanted to say and I said very little, I can not translate the inner frenzy into words .. (there are no accidents ...)
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today ...Imagine there's no countries,
It Is not hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
And no religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace ...Imagine no possessions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of men,
imagine all the people
Sharing all the world ...You may say I'ma dreamer,
but I'm not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one
On Air: Imagine Quoyle
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One year ago:
Sometimes words fail to translate our inner world, the music will always succeed.
I like your interpretation of this decisamnete original and intimate.
The music sometimes succeeds, the art generally succeeds more 'word, then there' s always the issue of interpretation of what art can be, but this would really be too big for a speech small comment
Glad you enjoyed, I wanted to make it dreamlike, dreamy, simple, I struggled a lot with the saxophonist who did not want to play it for granted .... bollandola I believe that there is no music for granted, everything lies in the intention epoi rereading a text image has a devastating impact .... perhaps really wanting to play for the first time I realized how critical it was revolutionary and the text.
Hello
What .. you did not say with words you feel anyway! A hug ..
Quoyle, when you get back to CPA, give me a whistle, I always go there willingly.
See you soon,
Beatrice
@ Patricia knows' maybe I should learn to use them a little better than words. Kisses
@ Bea cabbage did not I think, actually I guess it was a place that you liked, I really like playing them '... there' air of freedom 'head ... a few frills and lots of heat. The next you're sure you'll do a whistle :-)