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24 Aug 2012, Article
Face to face, or soul to soul - 3
Tomy eyes, however, it always appeared asymmetric, which aroused in me a deep cravingfor harmony. For a long time, romantic residues left their imprint to my soul,like the footprints of the abominable showman on the silver snow of the world'ssummit. True, comparatively soon I managed to tear my lovesick eyes from thelifeless features of the moon, turning them towards the face of Man-even intothe fathomless depths of his spirit. But before this I had reach maturity -musical and philosophical. From the ...

24 Aug 2012, Article
Face to face, or soul to soul - 2
Perhaps,my mind was already saddened by the world's imperfection, and I wanted to sharemy emotion with the evening moon peering stealthily into my room with its pale,magic profile. Or perhaps, at the foot of the world's music mountain, I wasalready oppressed by forebodings of a Sisyphean life - task. As far back asthen? I must have had romantic inclinations: dialogues with the moon, stars,wind, rain, thunderstorm and white storks were to me vital necessity, creative,like bread is for the hungry. I ...

23 Aug 2012, Article
Face to face, or soul to soul
It is impossible to invite Music to you, But you can hold the soul open... It is impossible to invite Wind to your house, But you can leave the window open... A musician, they say, is what his biography makes him. Perhaps not one hundred per cent, but to a considerable extend this is true. I don't believe life and music can be divided. There are plentiful co-ordinates at which they intersect. What follow then is either fierce ...

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