It’s been snowing for three days… a long-awaited snow…
The car is stuck in the parking, so yesterday I walked a long way
to the post office,
and it felt wonderful!
I had not walked for a long time,
so long it felt like I was just discovering
the sensation of delicate snow flakes
touching my skin…
on a long, quiet street,
an old street,
with old houses,
some of them remnants of a time when Bucharest
was called “The Little Paris”.
I walked for a long time,
with Mozart’s music playing in my mind…
(whenever I’m alone his music starts to play inside me,
and then I’m not alone
I only stopped to freeze some images
of a past long gone,
when people needed beauty
more than they do today,
and so they built beautiful houses
and they carved the stone
and adorned their houses
And as I stood in front of this ornamented house,
looking at the statue on the facade,
I thought of Vienna,
the majestic city where He wrote the music
that keeps playing inside me.
On Mozart’s Birthday,
melancholy has no place.
Only the joy for his coming into being!
MOZART – Allegro from Piano Concerto in Es-dur, no 22, K.482 – beautifully played by Daniel Barenboim – at 2:55:31