I was born from a timeless melody
that swings between murmur of rain
and monotony ...
It unfolds in delicate chords
who has a date with melancholy .
I love the chorus of its colors
in those moments of nostalgie...
sometimes the silence settles in
as if something were disrupting
the harmony ...
It runs away just when I try to grab it ...
My gentle melody is a child of Mercury .
After making the stars dance ,
it comes back to me ,finding its place
in my heart and my hours .
My female melody is a mixed-heritage soul ,
torn between north sea and Italy ...
in a sudden rush of ecstasy
she wakes up in my insomnie ,
and improvises a twilight's Brahms samba
or a night satin gymnopédie ...
I'm captivated by this siren singing
in my abysses...
when the time comes to leave,
she'll come to me ...
and finally I will see your face .
You ,my most graceful inner melody ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The chill of the North Sea is warmed by the Italian sun, and the austerity of German classics suddenly breaks into a dance to the rhythm of Brazilian streets.
Mixing colors is a bit of a challenge for me...
We are all nothing but music vibrations of the universe.
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