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Finale

Sometimes when I look at the moon, I like to imagine that you're looking too. Our sight is a bridge from us to the sky and there's an invisible line that connects you and I. Then, even if I'm far from you, after all the enjoyment, can we meet on the moon ?

After All The Enjoyment, You're Sad Again

** Discussing the Menu ** 

Discussing the menu will never nourish our bodies. 
Shall we stop talking for a while?
Just point your finger to show me where the meal is,
and I'll go and feed myself. 

Yes, I know...
Pointing fingers can be rude.
But that's collateral damage of a basic cognitive activity.
For many words we use, pointing precedes meaning. 
We can point at the sea and say: "Look! The sea!" 
And thus we can assign names to the beasts, the trees and the stars. 
That's the miracle of pointing. 
Somehow we understand that we are naming a thousand  things, 
not giving a thousand names to the stupid pointing finger.

And thus, as we understand each other, 
we are both edified while rejoicing together.
Joy is the secret prize of sharing,
a prize beyond words or the ringing sound of bells.
A wordless no bell prize.   

And there's so much more to understand
than the things we can perceive 
with our feeble ears and naked eyes...
Did you know?
Gobi camels shed tears
when they are sung 
ancient Mongolian lullabies.

Discussing The Menu (Based on Yann Kifer's Bella track)

Blume

The man in the cover picture is the protagonist of a famous comic series in Italy that I adored as a child. His name is Tex Willer: a ranger, but also the chief of the Navajos tribe.
Unfortunately (or luckily) I unintentionally deleted the Audacity project file of this track. So improving it is impossible. I could make it worse, so I leave it as it was already a few years ago.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2017).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, May 26.

Pueblo Bonito *

Here's another easy, dirty, old strum refreshed somehow in these hot summer days. This used to be a song, but the years have taken the words away and only the initial chords remain in my memory and maybe that of some old friends.

Picture is from Pietro Corrao.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2024).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, July 28.

Dirty and easy summertime strum

MR: https://soundcloud.com/abelmusicent/sillage_mr

흩어진 악보 위에, 네가 남긴 흔적들
가끔씩 스치는 바람이 너의 숨결 같아

오늘도 나는, 피아노 곁에 홀로 앉아
네가 좋아하던 멜로디, 잠시 떠올려 보네

가사 없는 이 곡에, 너의 이야기를 담아
한 조각의 추억마저, 소중히 간직하려 해
떠나간 너지만, 홀로 남겨진 나는
너의 잔향에 기대어, 오늘도 너를 불러

이별이란 이름의 곡을 연주해
피아노 위에 흐르는, 너와 나의 시간들
아프지만 아름다운, 우리의 잔향 속에서
너는 떠나고, 나는 여전히 너를 연주해

흩어진 악보 위에, 네가 남긴 흔적들
가끔씩 스치는 바람이 너의 숨결 같아

오늘도 난, 피아노 곁에 홀로 앉아
네가 좋아하던 멜로디, 악보에 담아 보네

이별이란 이름의 곡을 연주해
피아노 위에 흐르는, 너와 나의 시간들
아프지만 아름다운, 우리의 잔향 속에서
너는 떠나고, 나는 여전히 너를 연주해

흘러가는 시간 속에서 변치 않을 멜로디가
네가 없는 이 공간을 가득 채우며
너와 함께했던 순간들, 영원히 기억할게
너를 향한 멜로디, 영원히 너만을 노래해
--
On the scattered sheet music, the traces you left behind
The wind that occasionally brushes by feels like your breath

Today again, I sit alone by the piano
Momentarily recalling the melody you loved

In this song without lyrics, I imbue your story
Even a piece of memory, I want to cherish dearly
Though you have left, I am left alone
Leaning on your lingering scent, today again, I call for you

I play a song named 'Farewell'
Our time together flows over the piano
In our painful but beautiful echo
You have left, and I still play you

On the scattered sheet music, the traces you left behind
The wind that occasionally brushes by feels like your breath

Today again, I sit alone by the piano
And capture in sheet music, the melody you loved

I play a song named 'Farewell'
Our time together flows over the piano
In our painful but beautiful echo
You have left, and I still play you

In the flowing time, the unchanging melody
Fills this space where you are not
I will forever remember the moments we had together
The melody for you, forever I will sing only you

잔향(殘香,Sillage)

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