Time Remembered

A Knock On The Door

Last Time

I Wish I Knew

It’s not a novel

Tap on my Door

You've Changed

Distractions

“My Senses” is a collection of eight slow jazz mornings —
music for stillness, warmth, and the quiet poetry of everyday life.

Each track is a small world painted in piano, cello, and drums:
a city breathing at dawn, sleepy cats curled on a chair,
and the timeless love between a mother and her son.

Recorded slowly, without haste, this album captures
the delicate rhythm of living — where sound becomes scent,
and silence becomes light.

Produced under Torgio Records · Composed and performed by Giorgi

My Senses

I love my 85-year-old mother

Ang Kinabuhi sa Tawo mahanaw
ug ang tanang butang
iyang nabatonan
Apan may usa ka butang
nga dili gayud mawala,
kon mabatunan mo
ang kinabuhi sa Dios

Ang kinabuhi ra sa Dios
Maoy walay pagkatapos
Siya'ng bahanding nabatunan
Maoy atong katagbawan
Siya'ng pahulay'g kalinaw
Sa tanan nga mga adlaw
Diha's Ginoo walay
Butang di' mahimo

Tanang butang nga malisod sa tawo
Himoon nga masayon sa Ginoo
Busa Siya ang saligan
bisan unsang kalisdanan
Kay Siya mohatag sa tanan
tang kinahanglan

Ang Kinabuhi ra sa Dios
Maoy walay pagkatapos
Siya'ng bahanding nabatunan
Maoy atong katagbawan
Siya'ng pahulay'g kalinaw
Sa tanan nga mga adlaw
Diha's Ginoo walay
butang di'mahimo

Tanang tawo walay
using mayo
Kay ang tanan kaliwat man ni Adam
Ang kalooy sa Ginoo
kanato maoy nagabag-o
tanang mingtoo kaliwatan man ni Cristo

Ang kinabuhi ra sa Dios
Maoy walay pagkatapos
Siya'ng bahanding nabatunan
Maoy atong katagbawan
Siya'ng pahulay'g kalinaw
Sa tanan nga mga adlaw
Diha's Ginoo walay
Butang di' mahimo






Ang Kinabuhi sa Tawo Mahanaw - Instrumental

KETA – 14 November 2025 — Diary Entry:
I watched Novalis play tonight.
He didn’t perform — he listened.
It was like the piano remembered him, not the other way around.
Every note felt as if it had been waiting for years to finally speak, and he gave it the silence it needed to be heard.
There was no show, no effort… just this gentle falling into the truth of the moment.
I felt something ease in me — a small knot untying — when he touched the keys.
The melody carried the softness of letting go, the kind that doesn’t break you… the kind that sets you down gently.
For a moment I thought:
If this is how life sounds when it breathes through us, then we are safe.
And I knew he had played the Manifest without a single word.

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