Another piece with my friend @Rosindust, the 23rd, so far...
I can't give it a definition of its musical genre, there are many things in it and in these cases I solve the dilemma with a nice tag "World", which in fact means everything and nothing, or maybe only that it's not extraterrestrial music :)
Or maybe, in this case, choosing "World" is just right: a few days ago I was in Marseille, France, it was early in the morning and while everyone was sleeping I received on my cell phone the recording of Tatiana's part from Siberia. I listened to it and I replied: "Thank you! Tonight, in Rome,I'll put it all together and I'll let you know".
A few hours later, she was probably walking in a wood when she listened to the finished track I just sent back. Now it seems normal but, just thinking about something like this, until a few years ago it would have seemed impossible...
The wide world has become a small world.

Here the other collaborations with Tatiana: soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

So far so close - with Rosin dust

Chronus

A delicate and melancholic melody, like a memory fading with time but never truly disappearing. Until Our Paths Cross Again is a musical journey through longing, hope, and the bittersweet sorrow of a farewell that isn’t final. The piano notes flow gently, suspended between moments of quiet introspection and sudden waves of emotion, evoking images of paths diverging with the promise of meeting again.

Perfect for those seeking a soundtrack for silent thoughts, solitary evenings, or memories weaving between past and future.


Until Our Paths Cross Again

Inspired by the short poem "Dust of Snow" by the American poet Robert Frost.

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.


A Dust of Snow

At ad21, we are delighted to present Piano Whispers 01, a unique compilation celebrating Piano Day 2025 (March 29). This album brings together 51 talented pianists from around the world, each contributing their artistic vision to the neoclassical piano music landscape.

Russian pianist Anastasiya Ihnatovich crafts a beautifully serene and hypnotic piece, where tenderness and emotion intertwine effortlessly. Delicate yet deeply evocative, her composition invites the listener into a space of introspection and inner peace.

Piano Whispers 01

À Milli

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À Milli - Anastasiya Ihnatovich

The Great Awakening
I wish you all HAPPY EASTER!
  Vocals: Winkandwoo
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/the-great-awakening-vocal-stem-124-bpm
Lillithe: Music, Arrangement and Production

THE GREAT AWAKENING

The axolotl named Julio Cortázar watches Julio Cortázar observing the axolotls swimming in the aquarium.
The sister tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/this-is-them-last-version and https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/this-is-us

Here the short background story:https://ambystoma.uky.edu/teachers_materials/axolitbook/AxolotlByJulioCortazar.html
Picture is from Pietro Corrao.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2025)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, May 1

Is this you? *

It's a pleasure to see the sun again ! In this track I used classical guitar, electric piano & guitar, piano, percussions, drums & bass. Thank you for passing by and listening !
Composition: Julien Apelian
Recording studio: Audio Colors
May, 17th, 2025

Here comes the sun again

Chione - Reverie in E minor

As the title mentions, this piece was composed on impulse.....

Art picture is by randy-lisciarelli on unsplash....

l'Impulsion

Wonderful stay at Post Ranch Inn  Big Sur California
https://www.postranchinn.com
At the beginning of this song click on the link above then right click On the video and select "show controls" then "double click" on the video and mute the volume icon. Enjoy
Best 7day San Francisco to Los Angeles road trip ever 

Anonymous review
By Mr & Mrs Smith
It is just before dusk as we climb the steep hill to Post Ranch Inn. ‘Look! Look!’ I gasp, pointing to a bright crimson escarpment in front of us. The setting sun’s reflection has turned the mountains opposite, a beautiful electric puce. With a glass of cold chardonnay in hand and after (very few) reception formalities, we are transported to our room courtesy of one of the hotel’s very own executive eco-friendly Lexus Hybrids.

Bauhaus meets Middle Earth here. Forest-coloured redwood and Corten steel has been fashioned into 40 stilt-riding mini houses all designed around geometric shapes, and all in perfect harmony with 150 acres of natural forest and lime green pastures. It can’t have been an easy brief for architect Mickey Muennig. He was given the task of building 40 condo-like hotel rooms, all sensitive to the Big Sur’s craggy cliffs. Muennig apparently climbed trees and high ladders himself in order to cite the best views, affect the maximum privacy and save the redwoods’ roots from concrete. The result is outstanding.

As we drive down the path that leads to our room, the Pacific Ocean glittering to one side, and the grand old redwood dames towering on the other, it is clear why this hotel is considered, by many, to be one of the best in the world. Pfeiffer is our coastal room. (All are named after the pioneers that shaped the land over 150 years ago.)

Once inside, it is clear that the clever design extends to the remarkable interiors. A circular space around the lavish Royal Pedic bed is made cosier by warm redwood walls panels and seascape-hued soft furnishings. Grey and rust-flecked Indian Raja slate lines the deep Jacuzzi bath and the pre-stacked fireplace in our bedroom all breathe ‘calming’, ‘homely’, ‘organic’, ‘inviting’... But the money shot is to be found beyond. From the 30-foot verandah, we get a 180-degree uninterrupted view of the ocean.

It may be tiredness from the long drive, or maybe Mr Smith has something in his eye but I swear I can see him welling up as we stand staring out to sea. A scarlet ribbon of sunset is streaking the sky to the west and the ocean hovering below us is just majestic. There is no perceptible evidence of humanity. No building is visible to the eye; just conifers and berry bushes below, some condors swooping, and, 1,200-foot below, moss-green rocks are audibly being lapped by crashing waves. 

At some stage, it becomes time for dinner, so, guided by environmentally supportive lanterns along the cliff path, we make our way to the hotel’s renowned Sierra Mar restaurant, two minutes' walk. Pretty much every table is taken which, for a Tuesday night, is testament to the superb menu that Craig von Foerster has created.

Although it would be easy to pass your time at Post Ranch floating in the infinity pool staring out to sea, there are many activities and outdoor pursuits. One is Mindful Meditation which fits well with the Big Sur’s hippie roots. Origami’d fresh fruit tempts alongside courgette frittata, buttermilk waffles, sausages, eggs Benedict with avocado and fresh juices – all fuel for our next adventure, the Esalen Centre, a true Californian get-in-touch-with-your-navel retreat centre, further down the coast. 

As we pack our bags, it is clear that the Post Ranch effect has taken hold of Mr Smith. He turns to me, open faced, and says, ‘Mrs Smith, this has been one of the best hotels, ever.’ I can almost see that zoom-lens shot in his thought bubble.

Clear Spaces

If there was only two traits that came through in my music, I would hope that it would seem to be effortless and inevitable.
The Kind Place Studio

Clear Spaces

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