tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955659324220863072024-09-01T17:32:25.391+03:00Music, music and again music. Sometimes letters, tooAnca Sanduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385375992145175241noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-895565932422086307.post-55956082775012119492008-05-03T01:38:00.000+03:002008-06-30T22:58:33.557+03:00

I like Sunday summer mornings. It's the last morning, the last beginning. And, usually, is the only day - beginning in which I do nothing. Actually, I do a lot of things which, during the week, I don't do: listen to music, sing at the shower (and I have time to commiserate my neighbours), I watch the best movies, I walk in the street. I have time to childishly fight with everybody. Only

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Someone has noticed that my articles are mainly published at night. She asked me why. And I answer her now.The night is the most beautiful moment of the day (?!) after twilight. Although I love the light, the darkness invites me to introspection. To analysis. To the serenity in harmonies, because only at night I can listen to Gotye, Nightmares On Wax, Sofa Surfers, Thievery Corporation or

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I was listening to Strunz & Farah - Heat of the sun and I was thinking that it is so easy, but so difficult to describe the heat of the sun in harmonies.Today it was a beautiful day. A summer day, although it's may. I'm waiting for the summer, so I could watch people. I want to go downtown, at McDonald's, drink an espresso and to do nothing but to analyze facts. Because I need to analyze

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Happy labour's day!

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There are people who hurt,There are people who die,There people who no longer want to come back.People walk the street,People hurry,People have forgotten to say "I love you".Depeche Mode - Damaged People/Playing the Angel [2005]

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Today I want you to smile to people walking on the street. Today I want you to laugh a lot and I want you to "taste" every sun ray. I want you to kiss holding your eyes closed and then smile. Still holding your eyes closed.Look at the sky, it shines! An when the twilight comes, take the stars in the sky and put them in his or her eyes. And love each other!U2 - A beautiful day/All that you can't

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There's no one in the street, there's no one in the city. The Winamp goes on and on. The playlist flows from speakers into veins. Everybody has gone to bed, I cannot see any window lit in the blocks nearby. If I push the pause button, everything turns into silence.I've got an unbearable sensation that is Sunday, and tomorrow I'll have to take it from scratch again. I forgot this week I'm on

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I discovered to early, as some people say, and too late, as others say, what is a compromise.There is no white and black only, there are also the gray shades. And this shades are the colour of life, surprinsingly.Compromises are like a spot on someone's T-shirt. Spots that many hide from the other's eyes, not realising that this spots are their past.And they forgive the tiems when there was only

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Would anybody explain me why the hell everyone quarrels, everyone has serious discussions, everybody yells, everybody wants something yesterday, if possible?!Everyone likes nothing, everyone gets angry because of nothing.We forgot to smile, to laugh. For a long time I haven't seen a person who'd laugh till he/she gets sick, and then he would call me to say me he had muscular aches because of

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I was thinking these days if it's the right way for me to give back as twice as much pain as I got. Whether it's the Holly Week or the Chrismas, what I get from the others always comes back as twice as I got it.I got back lots of pain. Deliberately. I don't know whether it's good or not.But I think I enetered a circle from which I can't get out...Depeche Mode - Strange Love 2004 (Vinyl Bond

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I wish you to be next to your friends, don't be afraid to tell them you love them, try to be better, more forgiving.Pass the sponge over what had happened and start everything from the scratch, because I cannot...Happy Easter!

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This evening is special. It's one of that evenings in which the twilight has the most beautiful colours. It's the night's gift to nature. It's an endless twilight of endless summer, a begged summer. The blue of the sky holds everything. There I can find the most hidden secrets of the world, there I can find serenity. There is the calm that I desperately need, the harmony which rules my

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I have no time to love. I feel like everything just goes by me. I live this speed with an amazing intensity. And I cannot say I hate it, because I really love it. But there are moments when I realise that if I'd somebody to squeeze in my arms, I'd not have the time.Time to love. Time to live. Time to dream. Time to laugh. Time to...The time has come. It has gone, too.

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The seaBecause the horizon joints the Earth in a painfully beautiful infinite. Because every water grain and every bit of sand leaves me breathless, speechless, without music. Because the sea bewitches and lets herself bewitched. By so many useless promises, by so many empty words, by so many notes without harmonies.Because she, the sea, loves in waves and lets herself loved by the sand.Because I

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I am made of three quarters of music and one quarter of water, so I want this blog to have an anthem. Faithless - Music Matters is the song which tells the best a story I could write in one thousand articles. Listen to it, those who like music will understand it till the last harmony...Music Matters(Cass Fox)You told me that music matters..You told me that music matters..You told me that music

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Here is the time for me to write for someone else but me. I have a lot of things to tell you and a lot of musical recommendations to make. I hope you like it.Enjoy!This is the newer English version of Music. Me, myself and I. Fot those who do not understand Romanian!

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