For the holiday spirit / Bonne Fêtes / As boas festas: o natal, e o ano novo












image credits: child & dog praying before sleep image - from here The other images are mine











































C. Capdeville - short playlist of 3 pieces 
the first and last two tracks - three versions of a short piece written by the composer as a young child for her father
the other two pieces -- tracks 2, 3 & 4.








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(as palavras que aparecem a pedir-me para legendar esta imagem, imagem que é uma fotografia tirada por mim e não foi há muito tempo, talvez há um par de anos e estou a escrever isto agora nos dias em torno do natal de 2018. Pedem que se dê uma legenda à dita, e, por isso então, nada mais me ocorre senão que - aceitam-se as eventuais sugestões que vos surgirem.    | image credits -  © GA ) 













C. Capdeville - short playlist of 3 pieces 
the first and last two tracks - three versions of a short piece written by the composer as a young child for her father
the other two pieces -- tracks 2, 3 & 4.













(I've always loved this clip - of Leonard singing to Irving - so I shall leave it too)









Hoping the season, and all seasons find you and your loved ones in good health, heart, and mind.

Take care ♥









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I had just seen this on my list of things to include here  (in truth I listened, with my eyes closed),  so I   leave it thusly.
 
























red - crimson is the hue that leaves the heart
blue - that which arrives
each day
and every night.
'Tis within us.
Golden is the hue that bathes, hides the heavens,
blue becomes green - as if an absence of the first
though it is no less solid
(as its apparent opposite, it too neither comes nor goes),
the red simply gets closer as it changes to resemble the wintery fruit that protects against the cold.
Three primaries, two secondaries: either group when mixed bring the colour of the bare earth, but, the blue, aaaaaaaaah, the blue - It is our overcoat, we breathe it, drink it, sail it, and swim in it.
It is our endless horizon.

(G.A. - aka M.C.) 






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