Esta melodía me hace pensar en como tengo solo esta vida y como a veces se me pasa el agradecer o disfrutar de los seres que amo. Que algunos no estarán o quizás yo no estaré en un tiempo más, el apreciar hasta las cosas mas pequeñas porque todo es efímero ❤ me llena el alma y en cuanto a casi todos los temas de Gilbran me hacen pensar en vidas pasadas de las que ni yo me acuerdo.. es interesante lo que provoca su música 🥺
Our Creator knew how to touch our souls..music is the only way sometimes to calm and soothe us. This is ethereal and heavenly..where we all want to be.. like finding our Home. Thank you for this medicine ♥️ and all glory and love to our Lord, who is forever calling us to come find our home and rest in Him♥️
This melody is addicting and memorable. I dont know how one can hate on a melody that brings out emotions. I promise myself i will learn how to play this one day or another
I can hear the Mexican roots in the guitar of this Idea and it’s so beautiful how smooth he makes it sound with the piano. I love this guy’s music 🙏🏼❤️
Amo sus obras, realmente es arte plasmado en música, me hace sentir tan bien cuando no estoy teniendo un buen día, o si es que fue caotico, ayuda a tranquilizarme 🤍
Amando escutar essa música não sei porque mas ela me descreve em estado de espirito, a minha personalidade: "Ser leve, amar as coisas belas criadas pelo eterno, enxerga a vida como o olhar de uma criança como se fosse a primeira vez, em tudo que é real como sol , flores, chuva, vento , mar , campo , por do sol, orvalho, café , mesa posta, vestidos , histórias contadas, livros, correr, pular, dançar , cantar, sorrir."... ahhh é tdo tão fantástico , olhar a vida dessa forma em forma de música.
There are times when you are trekking with steadfast intent, your gaze, a stare locked in at a few minutes before or past midnight on what it must be that you think you are looking for when you stumble upon something and fall and scrape your knee. You pick yourself up (you are alone, after all), bandage your knee, and continue, a bit more focused than before. That is until you stumble and fall for the second time right before the third. With no other direction in mind than straight forward you continue forth in your venture and find yourself on the ground again and again, running out of bandages and the desire and determination you felt before your first step. So many miles or kilometers later, eyelids and cheeks worn out from squinting and knees covered in soggy canvases blotted with hues of reds, chestnuts, and browns you stumble once more, but on something completely unexpected and worth many whiles. You bring your knees to your chest, wrap your arms around them and, eyes closed, rest your chin upon them. In and out. You breathe. Or, maybe you lay back, eyes wide open and arms stretched out as if you are ready to embrace something bigger than you and take in the deepest of breaths whilst staring infinitely across your universe into the next. Although you are not yet where you thought you would be or where you wanted to be it doesn't matter in the moment. You take it in. This bump in the road, this stumble, this tumble, this fall; this one was meant to be. You remove your bandages. The blood is dry. The burning sensation is no more. You are on your feet again. Moving onward, you decide to take the scenic route. Where to? It doesn't matter anymore. In fact, you may have already been where you really needed to be. Your music is astonishing, my friend. Well worth stumbling upon. I needed a new direction today. I am still uncertain where I am going, but I know this destination's journey will be less perilous and more auspicious as your melodies wander without intent through my head in no need of direction or another place to be. 🖤.
I'm just sad that my husband it's not fond if this kind of melancholic music...so we can enjoy it together. When he hear me listening it, he thinks it's weird. But this is magic for me. It relaxes me to the depth.
Quien no crea, no se deje perturbar por su incredulidad. Su regreso es sólo hacia Nosotros. Les informaremos de lo que hicieron. Allah sabe exactamente lo que hay dentro de los senos (lo que hay en los corazones). [Sura Luqman.23]
" I'm light as a feather, I could do everything and anything " she felt .. she grew her wings bigger as she grew up , "I'm light" she said yet she stood still unable to fly.. her wings were holding her down ,they were heavy ..the wings she grew to fly ended up holding her down. Of course they would be heavy ! Look at wt they r holding ... luggages and bags , people's luggages and bags filled with their words, knives and stares . As she looked down she realised that being able to do anything and everything in the wrong place won't lead to anything ,to no where . She cut her wings yet she still felt heavy... "I want to be somewhere else to be someone else " she wished.
