Maceo and all the Kings Men – I Remember
“The depth of the feeling continued to surprise and threaten me, but each time it hit again and I bore it…I would discover that it hadn’t, (yet), washed me away.”
“As every flower fades and as all youth
365 days ago a light went out. One of the FEW that brightened up my life and turned all my grey skies blue..I was there when that light took her first breath of life and there when that light took her last breath of life. The, (greatest) Joy and the (greatest) Pain.
“Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men” – Seneca
Hold this one Kohzu and, please, if you can … wait for me … x
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on….
how I miss you kohzu x
“There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.”
― Jorge Luis Borges