“Don’t they realize we rearrange our internal organs every time we dance it?”
(Trisha Brown, about Set and Reset)
– to Trisha Brown, who would like to be remember as a Dancer-
The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall…
(Giorgio Canali, Francesco Magnelli, Gianni Maroccolo, Massimo Zamboni, Giovanni Lindo Ferretti, The falling leaves )
Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).