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Susijusi muzika: pasirinkti
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Susijusi muzika: pasirinkti
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2011 m. kovo 9 d. 00:49:59
That divine voice of woman appears among the harmonies pulsing with joy. It descends, wraps forces to forget everything and to rush there, into the whirling dance of high, noble love. And that love, going from the beautiful music, from that voice clear like sky, fills you, breaking through all the barriers surrounding your being. It reaches the innermost depths. And it needs no efforts for that, the music is like an impetuous spring brook, melting the ground and washing away the whole rubbish. It washes you. It warms you. It fills you with hope and with some very bright and tender feelings.
It is spring music. There is celebration in it. There is joy. And the subtle melancholy that can be felt sometimes there just sets it off culturally. That music is very harmonious. It fragrances like spring flowers and awakening earth. It is like a meeting of lovers after long separation. Here they have met, and they are stand embracing each other and weep. They weep just because of happiness, because of the overflowing deepest feelings. They simply let the clear tears of love to flow. It just happens...
A long-awaited meeting! Suzanne Ciani returns to us with her new album Turning. Where was she for so long time? What happened, what has filled it with this vital energy expressed in her music? What fills her with this love? And from where, from which realms she has brought for us those heavenly harmonies?
Just listen Turning. Feel this music. Let it be with you. Enjoy it fragrance. Celebrate this Life with it!
The time comes, when the Earth itself wakes.
The flowers open anew, and the birds come back.
And the life is joyful again.
And hope fills the heart.
And the heart is thirsting for love.
Spring comes...
It is sure to come!
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36 years of tears. /// Mums likimo primesta kančia nėra tokia skausminga kaip ta, kurią suteikia svetima valia. /// (Artūras Šopenhaueris)