Thursday 5 November 2015

i know too






I know too - without statistics - that right now Schubert 
is being played
in some room over there and that for someone 
the notes are
more real than anything else...





Tomas Tranströmer



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16 comments:

  1. ich wusste gar nicht, dass es noch ein lebendiges blog gibt und da bin ich schon und danke dir von herzen... und wieder wars du zur richigen zeit mit den richtigen worten bei mir... und hast die vielen gedanken gestört... :-)!
    es grüsst und umarmt dich die, die durch die hellen und dunklen wolken zieht...!

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    1. fast lebendig, ich mache nur selten posts in der letzten zeit (was heisst in der letzten zeit, schon lange :-) - aber ich bin so froh, dass mein post zur richtigen zeit gekommen ist - und so umarme ich dich auch, und laechle den hellen und dunklen wolken zu, sie erinnern mich immer an dich :-)

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  2. Peut-être que Schubert joue pour moi ;-) Il y a très longtemps que je ne suis pas venu "respirer" ton parfum et je succombe toujours à ton charme... J'aime beaucoup les émotions que procurent tes photographies ; il y a quelque chose de très féminin dans ton regard ( of course ) et dans ta sensibilité traduites dans tes images...
    Une très belle journée Roxana...

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    1. oh Jeff!!! tu te rappelles encore du Bridge, de moi? je ne savais meme pas que tu avais l'adresse de ce blog - tres intime et monotone, puisqu'il ne s'agit que de fenetres et rideaux...

      je t'embrasse, le coeur attendri

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  3. oh, da! pure perfection!
    aud notele, nu au aceeasi incarcatura, dar sunt reale, nimic nu poate sa franga linistea mai mult decat acele note. daca am atinge acum perdeaua, cred ca s-ar frange.

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    1. ireala pare, nu? atat de diafana...

      imbratisez draga si-ti multumesc ca si-a facut timp...

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  4. hi my beautiful friend Roxana. Yes I agree with Pensum.-another beautiful masterpiece.
    You have achieved just the right balance of light and gesture to illustrate the windwhisp blowing gently the curtain of the imagination.
    yes music is the reality of the spheres
    sending you raindrop kisses It is above zero here so there isn't any ice which is nice.

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    1. and it is now 1C here too :-) but no snow yet -

      "the curtain of imagination" - that's beautifully put, thank you -

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  5. Somewhither the Gasteiner sonata is being played, and diaphanous and dispirited curtains, in proximity of a black walnut finish piano, languish disingenuously.

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    1. but why disingenuously? (other than for alliteration purposes, of course :-)

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  6. poate (si) de asta iubim fotografia atat de mult: langa aceasta imagine, orice statistica devine inutila, Schubert detine realitatea cea mai vaga si cea mai pura, cea mai credibila. este atat de spectaculos mereu cum o imagine poate instaura sunetul sau mirosul, imi spun; cum o imagine, privita concentrat, precum obiectul-zen, inlatura pana si sinesteziile, care ne plac noua atat de mult, si ramane doar o inaltare: a mainii care sta sa ridice perdelele, a octavelor care patrund cerurile si dimineata...
    (este de la T., nu?:) )

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    1. da, este de la tismana :-)

      si eu am simtit la fel, ca poti sta in aceasta imagina, locui in fata acestor perdele, la infinit, si totul greul lumii ar cadea usor usor de pe umeri - totul ar deveni usor, ar deveni dans, chiar si nemiscarea -

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  7. I didn't like the photograph. Too Freudian.

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    1. haha - is the photograph freudian - or the mind? :-)

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