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Mirando por la ventana mientras caía la lluvia. El viento hizo un gesto, mientras la música llenaba la sala, con las emociones, de las teclas, que las levantaban. Las lágrimas comenzaron a desaparecer a medida que las visiones borrosas se convirtieron en recuerdos distorsionados. Recuerdos que vinieron con el viento y desaparecieron bajo la lluvia ...
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Sumergiéndose en un mundo para emerger a uno nuevo. La antigua cultura de Asia renace. A medida que el viento trae de una vida a otra, un nuevo comienzo, la vida muestra nuevas formas de supervivencia. Una mujer joven, después de perder a su familia, es enviada a vivir con sus familiares. Encontrándose en un mundo diferente al que conocía, una vez se sumergió en el mundo bajo la superficie de las aguas. Encontrar su verdadero hogar. Un lugar donde el tiempo se detuvo, el tiempo suficiente para que ella tuviera un verdadero momento de paz. Dándole la oportunidad de mañar a la pérdida de su familia. Las corrientes que llevan las mareas, con ellas traen el amor de ambos jóvenes junto con la tradición. Entendiendo desde las profundidades hasta las miradas, el amor por primera vez ... …………
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The story (House of the Pouring Rain), is a story that I channeled from deep in my mind. A place that comes to me in my dreams. I know the characters because I am a part of them. Mainly the pianist. A ghost that lives in a shell, a place that is home, yet a recurring stagnation in time.
Looking out the window as the wind and rain beckoned, the notes, from the keys they left. Filling the air around me. Lifting me from the somber state, were all the emotions welled. Thinking about the moment that it happened. Hearing the wood crack as the bridge gave away. Feeling the suspended slow motion of the car as we slid through the opening, down to the rocky bottom. How the ice cold water entered the car window. Knowing that all the moments were locked in time, somewhere in the cold of winter. Wanting my dreams, that started the journey from the beginning. The moment I first met him, to the moment we saw the house, out in the country. The first time we drove through the area, seeing the autumn leaves with all the colors, reflecting off the waters edge, put me into a note, I never played before. All the old Victorian homes, gave the town a quaint appeal. It was the old wooden covered bridges, that really made me want to live and make memories, that I would savor. Tears, started to send burred visions, as the thoughts left. Turning my attention back to the keys on the piano, letting my feelings reach each one, with the emotions I felt. The music was like the wind and rain, it lifted with them, then slowed as they did. Flowing with the emotions, on the winds of the seasons. I knew that if I really stayed focused, that I could call him to me. Hoping that he would feel the beckoning, the longing for him to be home again. Not understanding why, after we died, that I was bound to the home that we bought after getting married. A home that was perfect, for the life we wanted, with each other. The life that so many dreamed of. One day a moment of happiness the next a shattered window, that could once be looked through, looking into your dreams...…………..
E # 14/5 Una llama dentro
F # 29/6 Hombre de azul
G # 11/7 Vientos del bosque
H # 12/8 El silencio de las gaitas escocesas
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