You can also follow me on Spotify at https://spoti.fi/2MRR1lV and stream the albums I have released there.

The Places We Knew

Dedicated to my aunt who passed away a few years ago. Based on a poem, I wrote back then.

"Musical sounds vibrate the loneliness of my heart.
Pulsating shapes search for her body.
Melancholic tranquility, total memory loss, in the abyss of a mind that stopped talking about simplicity and harmony.
Her glow will always guide me.
Her voice reflects in me:“Love each other, forever”.

I am sorry not being there for you till the end.
You loved me as if I was your own child.
You filled my life with unattached images.
I thank you. I think of you. I love you."

I really wanna thank Jens Felger who collaborated with me in this track. His guitar performance speaked so deeply in me. Especially for this track, he created a deep emotional space. His work and interests move across and beyond various genres of music. You can access him @Jens-felger.

Original track: https://soundcloud.com/paradisenauts/ode-to-olympia

Ode to Olympia - featuring Jens Felger

Francis Lai - Passion Flower Hotel (Boarding School) - Scène D'Amour LP

Passion Flower Hotel ( Francis Lai )

Original composition by Maria Antonieta Rodriguez
© 2015 Maria Antonieta Rodriguez. All rights reserved
Artwork from web. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/dc/c1/f1/dcc1f106d7711b7c001c97d5b92b9490.jpg

Underneath The Stars With You

Preludes for a Luminous Wanderer is a single journey, told in sixteen fragments of light and shadow.

Recorded in complete improvisation.
Each one is a moment caught in motion — a step on an unmarked road where the horizon walks with you.

From the first note in the pale light of dawn,
through silent seas, distant bells, and rain that falls like glass,
to the warmth of a luminous memory and the final drift into feathered light —
this neo-classical piano album is both a map and a mirror.

It is for those who have wandered,
for those who are still wandering,
and for those who have finally found that the wanderer was always themselves.


Prologue

There is no map for this journey.
It begins before the first step —
in the hush before dawn,
when the air itself seems to wait
for something only you can hear.

You carry no luggage,
only the weight of moments
you never thought would matter.
The road before you is not paved,
but made of light and shadow,
of rain that falls upward,
of waves that whisper your name.

And somewhere ahead,
a figure walks, luminous against the horizon —
not a stranger,
but the shape of your own becoming.


The Cycle

1. Prelude in the First Light
In a ray that has yet to touch the earth, the first note awakens.

2. Prelude to the Awakening Shore
The sea opens its eyes, and every breath becomes a wave.

3. Prelude in Wind-Carved Clouds
The wind shapes the sky into forms no one else will see.

4. Prelude for the Wandering Tide
The tide carries away footprints to where the land forgets all names.

5. Prelude in Raindrop Glass
Every drop holds an entire world, inverted and shimmering.

6. Prelude in the Language of Distant Bells
Faint chimes drift across the horizon like fragments of memory.

7. Prelude in Shifting Shadows
Shadows dance with light as two eternal companions.

8. Prelude to the Silent Sea
An ocean where you can drown without fear, without touching the water.

9. Prelude in the Shape of Wind
Invisible hands carve paths no one can follow.

10. Prelude in Broken Ivory
Keys with cracks where stories live.

11. Prelude to the Last Star
A fire in the sky that burns only while someone is watching.

12. Prelude in the Language of Waves
The waves whisper words that cannot be translated.

13. Prelude for the Unreturning Path
A path that leads into the light, leaving no trace behind.

14. Prelude for a Luminous Memory
A memory that warms, even when the world has gone cold.

15. Prelude Beneath the Glass Horizon
The horizon lies under your feet, glimmering like water.

16. Prelude in the Feathered Light
Light drifts like feathers, carrying the weight of silence.


Epilogue

You do not arrive at a place.
You arrive at a self
you did not know you had been searching for.

The luminous figure ahead
turns to face you —
and you see it has your eyes,
your hands,
your voice when you speak in dreams.

The path behind you is already gone,
swallowed by light.
You are both the wanderer and the home.

And the sea,
the wind,
the bells in the distance —
all of them play your name,
until there is no name left,
only music.

Prelude in the Feathered Light

:)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbI-dWwtsbA

lego house (lovely piano)

Ashram - Il Mostro

Bruno Sanfilippo

Fabrizio Paterlini  - Somehow familiar

Stavros Lantsias - The River Of Time

Recorded in the quiet of the night with practice felt on my upright piano> A gentle, reflective piece.

'Nightsongs' - Album out now on iTunes, Spotify & more

iTunes: geo.itunes.apple.com/us/album/night…mt=1&app=music

Nightsongs

Listen on Spotify

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"We should learn to love and not ask the others to love us". St. Porfyrios

I Constantinos, work as a high school physicist, because I love inspiring students to understand the essence of science. Teaching is not my only passion, though. I like creating things and composing music. Paradisenauts grew out of my desire to write music with meaning, both in the music itself and in the causes the music supports.