Biarkan jiwamu terbang ke negeri yang tak dikenal. Jangan takut akan malam, karena dia adalah sahabatmu menuju keajaiban yang tidak terbatas. Jangan mengeluhkan siang, karena dia merupakan lukisan di mana harapan tertuang. Maka biarkan jiwamu terbang!
Bahkan kekhawatiran tidak akan membawa ke mana-mana. Hanya berputar-putar dan kemudian jatuh ke dalam keputusasaan. Mengapa tidak melihat ke depan? Jangan khawatirkan langit akan runtuh, ketika jiwa masih menyala hangat dengan segenap semangat. Dan jangan khawatir, karena atas apa yang telah dilalui selama ini, maka semuanya akan baik-baik saja.
I don’t come until fall, so I would like to see it in next winter, where I can let it go, the song of everlasting soul. Avant tout, vous êtes la lumière du soleil sur mon plus long hiver.
I don’t know how long it has been. Tiredness covers my every single noon. Even life connected each other, we surely don’t ever feel much of it. Then human start to take only his own burden, and I said to myself, we just forget what we used to be, or perhaps, we just never beLanjutkan membaca “Affettuoso”
I remember, far away in the past, I had my own lullaby. Today, perhaps lullaby is the most endangered trasures above the today world. So when I hear the song of which language comes from distant land, it makes me feel warm and comfortable.
I you remember Edith Piaf who brought us “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien“, then you would remember this song which is so powerful. Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait, ni le mal tout ça m’est bien égal. C’est payé, balayé, oublié, je me fous du passé. Yes, people always act differently toward us, no matterLanjutkan membaca “No, I Don’t Regret Anything”
My soul is melting, my days are shaking. If tommorow ever comes, I want to wake up on the land where no problem arises. Someplace where there isn’t any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto? There must be. It’s not a place you can get to by a boat, or aLanjutkan membaca “Over the Rainbow”
Last week it took me by surprised, I thought Elvis Presley was resurrect and sang a song. Indeed, it was a wonderful song, and it’s a nostalgic tunes along the way to my mind. I wonder I would able to sing just as nice as that, but really, I can’t help – since I amLanjutkan membaca “If I Can’t Help”
This Christmas I almost has no spare time at all, a lot of things need to done and ready for next January, since I’ll say my good bye to Yogyakarta. But obviously, I got my holiday as well. Since a ton of work, I found a song that give a good mood while finishing everythingLanjutkan membaca “Christmas and Lord of the Dance”
There is a nice song written by a fifteen-year-old kid, a very nice song. Inspired by Quejas, o la Maja y el Ruiseñor piano pieces by 1911, and latter was performed within Aria of Nightingale in 1916. Her name was Consuelo Velázquez, who wrote Bésame mucho, a romantic ballad which captures my heart with whichLanjutkan membaca “Perdete Despues”