|Autumn Street, Helena, Montana by Tyler Knott Gregson (1)|
“Every day is a gift. But some days are packaged better.”
― Sanhita Baruah
Today, I went from a lovely quiet weekend to a Monday, the beginning of a long and arduous work week.
I need to listen to a sound that is constant, reassuring and candid or a music that lifts this bleak mind and throws it into the fall warmth of this mid-afternoon sun coveting a brilliantly looming horizon.
I picked another one’s of Richard Clayderman’s beautiful concerto’s titled “Souvenir D'Enfance”(2).
The video was upload in 2008. The power he has in his fingers dissipates the aches that can reside in life. It is defiant and powerful, raw and emotional, yet uncomplicated. It is exactly what is needed at this moment and this very night.
The English translation of this French song is listed below for your reading pleasure.
The memory, just like a lullaby
Laced the golden thread of years gone by
When I was wandering outside with my lazy soul
And without fear of hot or cold
The memory in me weaves its wool
And I see suns and trees evergreen
Everything is the same, but I have a chain
That connects me to the things of yesterday
The memory is a fragile fabric
And I have since sewn on its golden stars
So many days and nights will have searched for this island
Where childhood awaits me like a port
The memory has silent sentences
And sometimes in the evening they keep quiet for me
Like nightmares, they throb in my head
The pieces of the dreams of that time
My future on the dial of my watch
Writes its golden letters and steals my joys
I no longer live outside and those I meet
Ask me a little bit more every time
As always I hope everyone is having a lovely evening or morning which ever it may be and thank you for your continued support, it is much appreciated.
1) Photograph: Autumn Street, Helena, Montana. http://bluepueblo.tumblr.com/page/45
2) Video: Souvenir D'Enfance. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOX1MrmtzOw
3.) lyrics see above