Blue Leaves
Fast, fast, faster I run
Raising to the sky and tasting the dust
Dark wings grow in my arms
Cold freezing winds, clouds in rain cast
High, high, higher I fly
Feeling the stars burning-in my hands
White clouds cover my eyes
Blue endless leaves... falling, my hair
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I am not afraid to "crush the wonders corolla of the world" (Lucian Blaga) as, whenever crashing it, more and more corollas are raising, in an exponential explosion.
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In this illusory Universe there must be at least something true, as long as I am thinking (Descartes). But, looking to its complexity and beauty, you know that it is more, much more than this...
Blue Leaves &
Sonore Quartet
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Did I really compose this music, or is it just a projection of the early information squeezed in the beginning of the Universe... ending one day in the entropy of a Black Hole?...
Blue Leaves &
Chromatic Sextet
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No matter how small we are, our music transcends the Universe in both space and time...
Blue Leaves &
Chromatic Octet
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I am not afraid any more, as I know there is no frontier between me and the rest of the Universe...
Blue Leaves &
Achim Emese
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Landscapes
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Sometimes, the path to your ideal is like a hot sunny day, making each one of your steps heavier and heavier...
Blue Leaves - Classical Guitar
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Water Dance
Blue Leaves - Classical Guitar
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