I remember one afternoon at piano lessons, learning a song with affetuoso tempo. When I asked my teacher about it, she explained that this term literally meant "with feeling," that the song was meant to be played from the heart. She told me about a conductor who, if he wasn't satisfied with the orchestra's performance after finishing…
This is something I've been hearing pretty often lately. You might have heard that I went offline to fight an eye disease about two years ago. I wrote this post for those times I've been asked about this, because it can still be hard for me to talk about, and it's not exactly the kind…
Come to the edge, he said. We are afraid, they said. Come to the edge, he said. They came to the edge. He pushed them and they flew. Come to the edge, Life said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, Life said. They came. It pushed them... And they flew. - Guilliame…
it's good to be here 