Some years ago I discovered the world of the chats and I found some friends; one of them, that I named Annapiccola (little Annie), made me love the adagio from the Piano Concerto in G by Maurice Ravel: so I wrote this stuff.
Some days ago, another web friend, Janus Fall, asked me to listen to Max Richter’s On The Nature Of Daylight. This music made me remember Ravel’s one and Annapiccola.
using spun around sad thoughts
A recursive trimming now
cold tears that
only other one recalls
trails of boredom trace so much
a stagnate sad motif …
It doesn’t change, it doesn’t move,
obsessively tags itself.
Translated on August, 27th 2022