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¿ Qué hace que un espacio sea seguro? ¿Seguro para sentirnos libres de ser quienes somos? ¿Que haya confianza? ¿Que existan lazos sinceros? ¿Que haya amor o al menos cariño?

No sé pero cuando lo siento así, lo disfruto 🍀💜💫

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Caos hermoso: familia ♡

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“Before you conquer the mountain, you must learn to overcome your fear.”

— Isabel Allende, City of the Beasts (via bookmania)

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Regreso después de años, siendo otra y al fin camino a casa …. en donde siempre fui yo y estuve en paz, libre y feliz.

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... I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of – that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. And personally, I find that encouraging…

We pull into a rest stop restaurant for dinner.  I have chicken and a salad, he orders the seafood curry and a salad.  Just something to fill our stomachs, is the best you could say about it.  Oshima pays the bill, and we climb into the car again.  It’s already gotten dark.  He steps on the accelerator and the tachometer shoots way up.

“Do you mind if I put on some music?” Oshima asks.

“Of course not,” I reply.

He pushes the CD’s play button and some classical piano music starts.  I listen for a while, figuring out the music.  I know it’s not Beethoven, and not Schumann.  Probably somebody who came in between.

“Shubert?” I ask.

“Good guess,” he replies.  His hands at ten-and-two on the steering wheel, he glances at me.

 ”Do you like Schubert?”

“Not particularly,” I tell him.

“When I drive I like to listen to Schubert’s piano sonatas with the volume turned up.  Do you know why?”

“I have no idea.”

“Because play Schubert’s piano sonatas well is one of the hardest things in the world.  Especially this, the Sonata in D Major.  It’s a tough piece to master.  SOme pianists can play one or maybe two of the movements perfectly, but if you listen to all four movements as a unified whole, no one has ever nailed it.  A lot of famous pianists have tried to rise to the challenge, but it’s like there’s always something missing.  There’s never one where you can say, Yes! He’s got it!  Do you know why?”

“No,” I reply.

“Because the sonata itself is imperfect.  Robert Schumann understood Schubert’s sonatas well, and he labeled this one ‘Heavenly Tedious.’”

“If the composition’s imperfect, why would so many pianists try to master it?”

“Good question,” Oshima says, and pauses as music fills in the silence.  ”I have no great explanation for it, but one thing I can say.  Works that have a certain imperfection to them have an appeal for that very reason – or at least they appeal to certain types of people.  Just like you’re attracted to Soseki’s The Miner.  There’s something in it that draws you in, more than more fully realized novels like Kokoro or Sanshiro.  You discover something about that work that tugs at your heart – or maybe we should say the work discovers you.  Schubert’s Sonata in D Major is sort of the same thing.”

“To get back to the question,” I say, “why do you listen to Schubert’s sonatas?  Especially when you’re driving?”

“If you play Schubert’s sonatas, especially this one straight through, it’s not art.  Like Schumann pointed out, it’s too long and too pastoral, and technically too simplistic.  Play it through the way it is and it’s flat and tasteless, some dusty antique.  Which is why every pianist who attempts it adds something of his own, something extra.  Like this – hear how he articulates it there?  Adding rubato.  Adjusting the pace, modulation, whatever.  Otherwise they can’t hold it all together.  They have to be careful, though, or else all those extra devices destroy the dignity of the piece.  Then it’s not Schubert’s music anymore.  Every single pianist who’s played this sonata struggles with the same paradox.”

He listens to the music, humming the melody, then continues.

“That’s why I like to listen to Schubert while I’m driving.  Like I said, it’s because all the performances are imperfect.  A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert.  If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I’m driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there.  But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of – that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.  And personally, I find that encouraging…”

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Adam J. Kurtz

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Not Those Who Wander are Lost [Art by Katie]

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My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.

Kafka on the Shore (Haruki Murakami)

💗 #Murakami.

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some words to live by.

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Handwritten by whitepaperquotes contributor Hannah

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Love, amor, love, amor.

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Released on this day in 1966.  Listen to the album here.

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“Life’s as kind as you let it be.” - Charles Bukowski

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