Welcome to solitudesounds. I curate playlists and post them here every once in a while to deal with my anxiety, as I find music helps me manage life. I also really want to be a more meticulous student so I make pomodoro playlists as well. I hope you can find some sort of peace or feelings of comfort on my channel.
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I romanticise and idealise, longing to sound wise, even though I am a child who doesn’t know anything about the world.
My sister lives in Northern Italy she migrated there from Australia 30 years ago my family are from the Veneto region I visited her in San Daniele My God Italy is like a work of art
I miss my second home. When I listen to these songs I remember the best summers spent in italy. The warmth, the people, the food, friends, family that you only see once a year. The sweetest memories.
i think honestly the main reason i love this movie so much is because it reminds me of growing up spending summers in southern austria, and how much i can relate myself and my experiences to elio.
If I remember correctly it's Garrick Ohlsson's interpretation of Les Jeux d'eaux a la Villa d'Este and for Au Bord d'une source it's André Laplante's version For Liszt's transcription of Schubert I chose Evgeny Kissin's version
Throughout my own summer, I shared a friendship that had happened over 2 years ago. Cory and I shared a love of music, art, coffee, film, humor, and sometimes even nature. Though he was older than I was. He was certainly the Elio in our story. We loved that story so much. While visiting my grandparents, he and I couldn't stop talking to each other over the phone because of how far I was and he was far from me. Our texts would last a few hours, but I spent equal time with my family and him. During the middle of our vacation, I found out I had picked up Covid from the plane ride to see my family. So my mother, my uncle, and I went to spend three days in a hotel to prevent my grandparents from getting ill with the virus. We each got a room for ourselves to prevent either of us from getting the other sick a second time. I told Cory, and he and I continued talking all night. He made sure I was never alone in my hotel room. One special night he and I picked out Call Me By Your Name and watched the film. Of course, I cried at the end, and he asked me, " Would you call me by your name?" My heart started to beat fast. Like it was rattling a cage inside my torso, kicking and pushing my chest and my back. And so we did. A week or so, I told him while wandering around an aquarium with my friends that walking with him was like hearing a choir play music every time he took a step. We called the feeling "Alto," and whenever the two of us couldn't express our feelings verbally or wanted to say more than just "I love you." We said, Alto. Movie nights, college events, milkshake dates, and playing video games together seemed last so long. Still, they felt short compared to the life we desired. We both unofficially (because neither of us had rings and were broke) proposed to each other. I was Mr. Ackerman, and he was Mr. Kruse. After 5 months of romance and friendship, we felt estranged and grew distant. I searched for where that lost love could have run off to, but after a couple poor decisions and listening to my folks' disapproval of dating a boy. We decided it was best to end our dating. That, unfortunately, ended our friendship too. I couldn't really tell you what's going on with Cory now. All that he has is someone new, and he is living his best. I'm still in college listening to and watching Call Me By Your Name. I feel sad every now and then. Missing the memories we shared, but I receive an odd sense of joy that he's being loved on and quite possibly loved more than I could have loved him by someone new. So Cory, if you are reading this. Alto, thank you for giving me a story. I can be proud to say I lived. Thank you for helping me live and not just survive.
I was on vacation in Trento, Italy last week and this catches the mood perfectly. Driving around those tall mountains and beautiful lakes was astonishing.
Als dansende rook in de wind, een wederzijdse speling tussen beweging en stilte, een uitvouwing van vorm afgewisseld met een terugkeer in zichzelf, en zo, weer opgenomen in het totaal. Soms dan wou ik dat ik met een boot kon varen over de ochtendwolken in de richting van de zonsopkomst, en dat ik met mijn handen hun frisse substantie kon ophalen om met een traan van geluk een strand uit mijn ogen te waaien, terwijl ik een diepe, ohhhhh diepe zucht slaak die de de bossen, de bomen, de dieren en de wereld ontwaakt. Maar dan word ik wakker... En groet ik de dag zo goed ik kan, of zeg ik hem niet altijd uit goesting, 'even later (was ik maar daar, stromend naar boven, naar de zee die de sterren verbindt, met elkaar).' -Kjell De Mars, 29-08-2022
just a drop of dew in the web of life a piece of mind that reflects the whole play contained in a familiar stranger fallen out of the same cloud we stood up and walked we the high mountain range with giant steps, and stories abound making wonderful marks in the deep sands of change that give way to the marvelous waves of space and so it goes, they say... we who know we cannot stay we stray with eyes ablaze through starry skies we like and try to leave behind for who knows what reason a weird little giggle that echoes through time -Kjell De Mars
