Hi!
A small and soft tune with a little of electronics that fades in time.

Learning to Fly

☮ Artist-Leather Fine Craft 醉心於音樂和藝術的魂 Obsessed with music and art such that a mixing soul. ♫ I studied music, majoring in piano and minored in violin, I was a world music teacher at a high school. but now doing leather fine craft tells mood also, As a kinda different instruments as show inner mind. ♡我學音樂，主修鋼琴，副修小提琴。而今玩工藝，寫心情(琴) lol so Soundcloud is my paradise for enjoying music of one excellent website.🍷Thanks~* 

Computer engineer by day, composer by night.

I have been composing on and off along the last 30 years.
You can find more information about my music and myself in this interview: 
http://www.sblob.com/spotlight/1008

Regards!

(All my compositions are free of IA)
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✿𝑳𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒆́𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔,
𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒕 𝒍'𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒓
𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕✿
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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.

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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"

Learning to Fly

Moisés Daniel