lorie
you fascinate me...
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..i am only human..(got to repeat this more often in my life)
The story goes like this:
In the corner of a big hall in the student activities center in my college there is a piano.It stays there day and night, brownish,small ,inviting black and white keys,forgotten,hidden.
I took a picture of it.
I have played that piano many times, when i have been insipred by a friend bringing at a sudden a guitar at school and palying it. Or when i have been alone ,and wanting a moment of reflection ,a moment of pausing in the flow of life. And almost everytime, i have played it shyly ;not wanting to disturb the many other college students around by the sound of my playing which it is not that good.
That day i was sitting away from it,obviously having a million things to fill my mind than a piano.
My mind was filled with biology terms..
At a sudden i heard a music behind my back, flowing music.I didn't turn my head but tried to imagine a pair of hands playing the piano at the corner.
The player was performing the Turkish March by Mozart.The hands felt very fluent and in every sound it seemed like he was pouring his heart.
Then my curiosity made my adrenaline go high so i turned to see .The player was a boy,a college student.
I concentrated in my 1st lesson.
I wrote :Orchids=intricate polination.
I heard the guy playing it rapidly and hard in some parts of the piece.
I wrote long sentences involving carbohydrates,proteins,lipids,nuclear acids.
The guy was playing very fast and skillfully.
Cell theory states that living organsims are made up of cells and all cells arise from pre-existing cells.
The more he played rapidly ,the more i wrote rapidly.
Where in the world had he learned to play like that,i wanted to know?Did he feel the sensation of his fingers pressing to the keys? Did he feel thrilled like i did in playing? I could hardly breathe from the music. At the time I stopped writing,i turned my head, wheighted my chances to talk to him
He had switched to another piece which i had never heard before and which i found it very melancholic.Or was i in that mood?
The music was unpredictable ,or maybe he made that so,sometimes hard ,sometimes very low and soft, few tones of frustration and yet romantic.
The other students were into their worlds ,only few looking from his direction.
The guy had a rush in his playing,skillfull, flowing, delicate.What a temperament ,i thought!
Even Fur Elise from Beethoven was played in a rush.
Man, you play beautifully- i thought, wishing i could say the praise out loud to him without having the nagging thought at my mind that he might take it as if i was hitting on him.
Despite his skills were making me feel so sad when i compared it to my playing...
I always had trouble with my left hand.As well as i had trouble remembering dates, cell phone numbers,schedules.
Left-brained huh?
And then i thought: too poetic to leave it out of my camera.
So i did this before realising that i had to go to the appointment of 12.00 with my newspaper editor,shyly thinking if i had just stepped in a law of poeple's privacy. It's illigal i guess to photograph people without their conset or so i was told.
But then could i resist?
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Philippians 4:8-Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.
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26 Janar 2005 20:51
) but I know (and said) that logic is not one of them. 
Morrisette in one of her lyrics said "I am a sinner, I am a saint......" and I would not have it any other way..... If anything, it makes life exiting, unpredictable, amusin ..... therefore, worth living it......!!! 
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