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Sunday, December 10, 2006

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Bittersweet arpeggios from Niccollo Paganini's violin:
We danced naked on the damp bare grass.
Feet sensitive from its coldness.
Waltzing amidst the fast moving earth.
Haunting Prelude by Bach in D minor:
Sitting at the confession box I rocked my body
back and forth. Hands tied back.
Eyes covered sensitivity doubles.
Prancing to Vivaldi's Summer:
Descending from the heaven's
A chariot of fire incised the clouds.
Driven by a golden haired woman
Left aghast from her laughter.
Capricho Arabe on Tarrega's guitar string:
Warm breeze after a Sunday mass.
The baby rests its head at the woman's bosom.
Woman serenely closes her eyes smelling a rose.
posted by Mon Paningbatan at 6:18 PM, | | Digg!


Classical music is has such a tangible effect on the soul.
This poem is very nice and touches upon that connection.

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Thank you very much for the add I appreciate it.

Danielle a.k.a. taureandevi