Maria Sofronie
@mariaa
Maria Sofronie
@mariaa
be born
grow
and die
become a flower
that nourishes everything around
from visual to tangible
and with her body
feeds the soil
in silence
I can tell you that this is an F sharp. Or a D, but what D? Every sound has its width, height, and depth. The sound I mention is multidimensional. Reproduce any sound is possible only by becoming this sound. Thus true music is trance music. There is no trance without dance … even if there is a transcendence. Who knows? Especially not me. And if
... See moreThe original vajra had open ends, it was then a loud transmitter, a musical instrument if you want. But its music was unique. It harmonized the cosmic body, so to speak. It reoriented each electron body to its optimal frequency modulation, which enables it to better make and receive cosmic waves. We imagine the use of such an instrument was tricky
... See moreRound, round, go round, Waterwheel, go round
Go round, and call Mr. Sun
Go round, and call Mr. Sun
Birds, bugs, beasts, grass, trees, flowers
Bring spring and summer, fall and winter
Bring spring and summer, fall and winter
Round, round, go round, Waterwheel, go round
Go round, and call Mr. Sun
Go round, and call Mr. Sun
Birds, bugs, beasts, grass, trees,
... See moreThe joy I felt when I touched you
Went deep, deep down
And seeped into
Every nook and cranny of this body
Even if I’m far away
And no longer understand anything
Even when the time comes
For this life to end
Everything of now
Is everything of the past
We’ll meet again, I’m sure
In some nostalgic place
The warmth you gave me
Deep, deep down
Comes to me now,
... See moreThe joy I felt when I touched you
Went deep, deep down
And seeped into
Every nook and cranny of this body
Even if I’m far away
And no longer understand anything
Even when the time comes
For this life to end
Everything of now
Is everything of the past
We’ll meet again, I’m sure
In some nostalgic place
The warmth you gave me
Deep, deep down
Comes to me now,
... See moreMy lashes are salty
In the morning we healed our broken hearts
on the floor
when we face the nature of life
We stay stil, still in love
if only we could remember
the first time we saw a butterfly
and the wind was soft on your cheeck