Tuesday, August 18, 2015


We use it to soothe the day, we use it to enhance a good day. We use it on the start of a journey, to remember, to sing along with, to communicate and to get inspired. We want to have a little song to hum as we think of a loved one. Few notes and your universe follows the actions of a different dimension. Sometimes stuck in your mind to take you along and help you forget anything else. Gifts from our Mothers who would gently caress our cries with songs and carry us to sleep on forever etched energy to our heart. Songs are markers to our lives, companions and witnesses of who we were.  Listening to them can change our history. We can be judge for the music we listen to. No matter it is a flow, a vibration that carries us safely to shore.

La Musique
La musique souvent me prend comme une mer!
Vers ma pâle étoile,
Sous un plafond de brume ou dans un vaste éther,
Je mets à la voile;

La poitrine en avant et les poumons gonflés
Comme de la toile
J'escalade le dos des flots amoncelés
Que la nuit me voile;

Je sens vibrer en moi toutes les passions
D'un vaisseau qui souffre;
Le bon vent, la tempête et ses convulsions

Sur l'immense gouffre
Me bercent. D'autres fois, calme plat, grand miroir
De mon désespoir!

— Charles Baudelaire

Music often transports me like a sea!
Toward my pale star,
Under a ceiling of fog or a vast ether, 
I get under sail;

My chest thrust out and my lungs filled
Like the canvas,
I scale the slopes of wave on wave 
That the night obscures;

I feel vibrating within me all the passions 
Of ships in distress;
The good wind and the tempest with its convulsions

Over the vast gulf
Cradle me. At other times, dead calm, great mirror 
Of my despair!