179 tracks by igor

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Whistling a tune, I walk up to the house and meet a cat on the doorstep. We are going to have supper, and at this time a blizzard begins. April. 05.04.2021, live recording.
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Somewhere there is snow, somewhere there is sand and heat, or the sea, cold in the north, warm in the southern lands. Nature shimmers with shades, and the sounds accompanying it, too. Everyone needs a holi-day, to stop for a moment (or longer…
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Free wind walked in the pampas, now it’s just a draft in the aisle. Will there be a new life? ~ Thanks Bethan for the idea.
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Goldfishes tell fairy tales to each other, slowly moving their tails and fins as if moving the air with their Chinese fans. They do not mind that we listen to these stories too. After all, everything is in there: simple joys, and emotional experiences…
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I take the sun in handfuls, throw its light down, painting puddles. Cats immediately appear in sunny puddles and become sunny like everything around. Happiness exists as long as we believe in it. Even if we do not, actually. "Twinkle, twinkle…
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This is not the same ponderous endless time being that was mentioned by someone, somewhere. But rather I touch the water lightly and expecting the circles to disappear. And again.
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As you age, as you improve your speaking skills and gain experience, you try to speak to others more accurately and concisely. And immediately you are faced with the problem that you have nothing to say, or with the fact that most of what is said…
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The Freedom Of The Moon --- Poem by Robert Frost I've tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel in your hair. I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster, Alone, or in one…
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Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care? --- I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
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Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world. --- A Late Walk Robert Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
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We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. --- Robert Frost
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There is almost no snow this year, it appears for some time from nowhere and immediately disappears. I look at this all out the window, and found myself looking more and more often back at the past experience. Is this a sign of age? Hmm, I certainly…
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Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing? To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano. For Tess.
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Reading a book From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
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We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
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The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
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Hope for, and then despair from the misunderstanding of You by other people gives way to the realization of the fact that you are always alone. And all living creatures around you, too. The real miracle is not the tricks of preachers, but the…
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Petals almost went away, sometimes with naïve mess down around, reminiscent of monotone patterns (repetitive? slowly evolving into something or just stylishly dying away? who knows). Will it be summer, ahead? ~ Raw live recording. Subject to…
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In the course of time and events, life turns to us by different sides. Or we perceive it so. Nature perceives all this as a given. I wonder what the trees think about all this? For those who do not give up and follow the dream. --- Igor…
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Grand piano piece for the "Magnolia Suite" album. Inspired by "Tree At My Window", the poem by Robert Frost (1874–1963). ~ Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between…
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