Music speaks for memories, speaks for feelings
It is the tenth cold night in Dublin. It is as cold as it was January in the first week of October. And the time is there to sit and reflect once again. To remember the moments of intensity in life, those that make you feel alive after a hard day after which you are emotionally numb. I go back to music...
In my life they tend to be decorated with music, that with words in different languages or with no wors at all, when you listen to special songs, special moments will come back. Moments that make life special, more than it already is.
2000 - Music spoke to me in Dutch to picture the biggest moment of sadness. The moments of saying goodbye. Of feeling the biggest space that could ever been felt. The desire to be with someone and the purest love ever felt.
2002 - Music spoke to me in French. While in an Opera house life took a funny twist. Few weeks filled with intense feelings that were not ment to be, but let us asking the moon what was the meaning of it all.
2004 - Music spoke to me with U2. To realize that when the moment is gone, saying sorry changes nothing, the feelings are gone leaving you the memory of something sweet and wondering why the words that were meant to be said were not said at the right time.
2006 - To realize that the greatest love can die when too many things happen in between and the small things are forgotten. It becomes one boring routine with two paths that go two ways appart. There is no fresh re-start. And the worst thing that can happen to you is waking up wondering if there is more to life.
2006 - Music sometimes has no words, some people don't speak that much. It has a deep and meaningful story though. I thought he was weird like me. He thought he had a past like mine. Two crazy people in their own way. We lived briefly in a magical world in which we could become better and do something with meaning for others.
2007 - Love changes its color from pink to become yellow. The realization that the most important and greatest things can happen naturally and filled with peace. The comfort of knowing who you both are and trusting it. It worths bleeding yourself dry.
In my life they tend to be decorated with music, that with words in different languages or with no wors at all, when you listen to special songs, special moments will come back. Moments that make life special, more than it already is.
2000 - Music spoke to me in Dutch to picture the biggest moment of sadness. The moments of saying goodbye. Of feeling the biggest space that could ever been felt. The desire to be with someone and the purest love ever felt.
2002 - Music spoke to me in French. While in an Opera house life took a funny twist. Few weeks filled with intense feelings that were not ment to be, but let us asking the moon what was the meaning of it all.
2004 - Music spoke to me with U2. To realize that when the moment is gone, saying sorry changes nothing, the feelings are gone leaving you the memory of something sweet and wondering why the words that were meant to be said were not said at the right time.
2006 - To realize that the greatest love can die when too many things happen in between and the small things are forgotten. It becomes one boring routine with two paths that go two ways appart. There is no fresh re-start. And the worst thing that can happen to you is waking up wondering if there is more to life.
2006 - Music sometimes has no words, some people don't speak that much. It has a deep and meaningful story though. I thought he was weird like me. He thought he had a past like mine. Two crazy people in their own way. We lived briefly in a magical world in which we could become better and do something with meaning for others.
2007 - Love changes its color from pink to become yellow. The realization that the most important and greatest things can happen naturally and filled with peace. The comfort of knowing who you both are and trusting it. It worths bleeding yourself dry.
Labels: Reflexion
posted by M at 2:24 AM
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fully, email me a time... I am 9 hours in the future ;-) makes things interesting...
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