بيانو : جورج مكرم 
كمان : آندرو عاطف 
تم التسجيل بإستوديو بيانيست 
2017

#حزن
#شجن

إحتواء Piano & Violin # Embracement

كان ياما كان .. في كل زمان
Once upon a time...

- مؤلف موسيقى / ملحن و موزع موسيقي 
- صاحب أستوديو تسجيلات صوتية 
- لي عديد من التوزيعات الموسيقية في مجال الأغنية و الترانيم و الأناشيد 
-حصلت على جوائز موسيقية في مهرجان الكرازة في مجال العزف و مجال التأليف الموسيقي 
جائزة أنا المصري عن أغنية بلد الابطال ٢٠٢١ من وزارة الثقافة المصرية 
https://m.elwatannews.com/news/details/6081406



Musical Composer , Arranger , & Pianist
Have A Musical Studio 
Music Producer For Many Songs 

* Won 'Ana El Masry' award  From Ministry of Culture for Music Composing in 2021 
* Won the first place award At El-Keraza Competition for Music Composing in 2010 .

* Won the first place award For Piano performance At El-Keraza Competition in 2008 .

* Obtained the certificate of creativity for Harmony & Musical live Performance At the same Competition in 2009

لمْ تَخذلُنا الْمُوسِيقَي يَوماً..

I’m a Music lover .. 
When words fail, music speaks 🎶🎵
Music is a universal language, 
So Music ON World OFF 🤝🏻


Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

______


A light which lives on what the flames devour
a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch
a crucifixion by a single wound
a sky and earth that darken by each hour
a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns
a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch
a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef
a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest--
this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns
is where I dream of you stealing my rest,
haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief.
I sought the peak of prudence, but I found
the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart,
and my own thirst for bitter truth and art.


- Federico García Lorca

العابرون سريعاً جميلون. لا يتركون ثقلَ ظلّ. ربما غباراً قليلاً، سُرعان ما يختفي، الأكثر جمالاً بيننا، المتخلّي عن حضوره.

- وديع سعادة "عزيزي"

الموسيقى هي الكتاب الوحيد الذي تستطيع قراءته بعيون مغلقة.

إحتواء Piano & Violin # Embracement

George Makram