Tuesday 28 November 2017

two hundred & fifty five


I am just fixing what I hear. It’s not me, who writes my music, I am just a tool, a transmitter. *








Alfred Schnittke  (24 November 1934 - 3 August 1998)

Tuesday 21 November 2017

two hundred & fifty four











Transit aetas,
Volant anni,
Nostri damni
Causa sumus:
Vivit anima immortalis
Si vitalis
Amor, ignis, cuncta fumus. 


 Life passes,
the years fly past;
of our misfortunes
we are ourselves the cause.
The soul lives on, immortal,
while this life’s
love and passion are as smoke.


Tuesday 7 November 2017

two hundred & fifty two



[Oscar Wilde] wanted to place art above all else. 
But the grandeur of art is not to rise above all. 
On the contrary, it must blend with all. 
Wilde finally understood this, thanks to sorrow. 
But it is the culpability of this era that it always needed sorrow and constraint in order to catch a glimpse of a truth that can also be found in happiness, when the heart becomes worthy. *











*Albert Camus (7 November 1913 - 4 January 1960)