Wednesday, July 7, 2010

remote


Ludwig van Beethoven - Sonata in E major Op. 109, III with Lívia Rév


if it wasn't for               your              fin - gers

whis - per - ing              the lost voice

i               wouldn't know              i               am trapped


between a me              i               forgot


and               one               living in the world

              without                             voice

5 comments:

  1. ProsperoJuly 08, 2010

    The prodigal son returns, lured by the stunning glory of Beethoven.

    And these words, suspended like bright vari-colored fish in some forlorn aquarium, whispering what fingers ought-not know.

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  2. RNSANEJuly 10, 2010

    Beautiful - the music and the poetry.

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  3. mJuly 10, 2010

    stunning glory indeed...

    and what images you pain, as you always do with your photos - aquarium forlorn...

    i have missed you.

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  4. mJuly 10, 2010

    thank you carmen, i am glad they speak to you!

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  5. ManuelaJuly 13, 2010

    ps. prodigal daughter :)

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