I am an avid musician. I love music in almost every form. I have been playing piano for 10 years, and I am studying at a university at the moment as a piano performance major.
I am also into horses, even though they are large, hairy, prone to injure you, and rather dumb.
I am insane.
Basically.
I'd like to meet:
First of all, myself in 10 years. It will be interesting. Then, someone who is not boring, invasive, pushy, stupid, taxing, annoying, egotistical, witty, and has a fake smile. Someone who has a wide open approach to life, who doesnt shove themselves in a box and judge the world from it, who is comfortable with themselves, loves life and knows how to enjoy it, someone who is captivating, tantalizing and laid back. Can enjoy a good cigar. A music lover too.
Other than that...Ben Harper,
my future partner, people who are cool. Post-mortem people? Ronald Reagan, Hitler, Napoleon, Josephine, Longfellow, and my great-grandmother Adelaide from whom I inherited my abilities on piano.
Music:
BLOCO FIRMEZA!!!!! Ben Harper, Somewhere North(YEAH!!), Over the Rhine, Jimmy Eat World, Jack Johnson, Alicia Keys, WILCO, Guster, Postal Service, Flaming Lips, Pete Yorn, Sarah Mclaughlin, Coldplay, Death Cab for Cutie, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Muse, Howie Day, Rufus Wainright, Damien Rice, The Weary Boys, Frou Frou, Imogen Heap, Yo-yo Ma, Laura Veirs, Fiona Apple, Amadou & Mariam, Johnny Cash, The Allman Brothers, The Shins, Aqua Lung, Sufjan Stevens, Pinback, Sigur ros, Dido, Bjork, The Dukes of Ted, the Bucky Walters, Ona, the Fray, Au Revoir Simone, Lovedrug, Bic Runga.......I'll think of more.
Movies:
I have a hard time with movies. I like them, but I love books way more. So I always compare them. Books are better.
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Television:
I hate television.
Books:
Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Learux, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas, Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo, Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, The Pilgrims Inn, The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien, The Secret Garden, Book of Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Rebecca by Daupne de Maurier.......I have a whole library in my room....I dont have time to write them all down.Voices of the Night--PreludePleasant it was, when woods were green
And winds were soft and low
To lie amid some sylvan scene
Where, the long drooping boughs between
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen
Alternate come and goOr where the denser grove recieves
No sunlight from above
But the dark foliage interweaves
In one unbroken roof of leaves
Underneath whose sloping eaves
The shadows hardly moveBeneath some patriarchal tree
I lay upon the ground
His hoary arms uplifted he
And all the broad leaves over me
Clapped their little hands in glee
With one continuous soundA slumberous sound, a sound that brings
The feelings of a dream
As of innumerable wings
As, when a bell no longer swings
Faint the hollow murmur rings
O'er meadow, lake, and streamAnd dreams of that which cannot die
Bright visions, came to me
As lapped in thought I used to lie
And gaze into the summer sky
Where the sailing clouds went by
Like ships upon the seaDeams that the sould of youth engage
Ere Fancy has been quelled
Old legends of the monkish page
Traditions of the saint and sage
Tales that have the rime of age
And chronicles of EldAnd, loving still these quaint old themes
Even in the city's throng
I feel the freshness of the streams
That, crossed by shades and sunny gleams
Water the green land of dreams
The holy land of songTherefore, at Pentacost, which brings
The Spring, clothed like a bride
When nestling buds unfold their wings
And bishops-caps have golden rings
Musing upon many things
I sought the woodlands wideThe green trees whispered low and mild
It was a sound of joy!
They were my playmates when a child
And rocked me in their arms so wild!
Still they looked at me and smiled
As if I were a boyAnd ever whispered, mild and low
"Come, be a child once more!"
And waved their long arms to and fro
And beckoned solemnly and slow
O, I could not choose but go
Into the woodlands hoarInto the blithe and breathing air
Into the solemn wood
Solemn and silent everywhere!
Nature with folded hands seemed there
Kneeling at her evening prayer!
Like one in prayer I stoodBefore me rose and avenue
Of tall and sombrous pines
Abroad, their fan-like branches grew
And, where the sunshine darted through
Spread a vapor soft and blue
In long and sloping linesAnd, falling on my weary brain
Like a fast-falling shower
The dreams of youth came back again
Low lispings of the summer rain
Dropping on the ripened grain
As once upon the flowerVisions of childhood! Stay, O Stay!
Ye were so sweet and wild!
And distant voices seemed to say:
"It cannot be! They pass away"
Other themes demand the lay
thou art no more a child"The land of Song within thee lies
Watered by living springs
The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes
Are gates unto that Paradise
Holy thoughts, like stars, arise
Its clouds are angels wings"Learn, that henceforth thy song shall be
Not mountains capped with snow
Nor forests sounding like the sea
Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly
Where the woodlands bend to see
The bending heavens below"There is a forest where the din
Of iron branches sounds!
A mighty river roars between
And whosoever looks therein
Sees the heavens all black with sin
Sees not its depths, nor bounds"Athwart the swinging branches cast
Soft rays of sunshine pour
Then comes the fearful wintry blast
Our hopes, like withered leaves, fall fast
Pallid lips say, 'It is past!
We can return no more!'"Look, then, into thine heart, and write!
Yes, into Life's deep stream!
All forms of sorrow and delight
All solemn Voices of the Night
That can soothe thee, or affright
Be these henceforth thy theme"
-Longfellow
Heroes:
God, because his spirit is powerful, and no one can deny the majesty of this world around us, and the beauty of his spirit.
My Grandfather too, he was a prisoner of war for almost 4 years in a German concentration camp. He spent almost half of his time in solitary confinement because he kept escaping. The last time he escaped, he made it to freedom. God Bless America.
My sister, because she is beautiful. I love her soul and her spirit. She is my best friend and I love her face!
