On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter - Camerata Nordica - Borgholm Castle 

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When everything was still in place

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What a description..

This work contains fundamental chords that reach your soul, and make you remember the good things you are here for.

​@@fitnessbrotherade2959 Agreed. That's the whole idea behind the song.

This reminded me of my neighbors 13 year old daughter who unfortunately passed away from leukemia in 2021. This song was played during her Memorial Service. And that is most certainly a day I will remember clear as day for the rest of my life.

That’s so beautiful. Thank you for such a lovely image.

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La guerra es el sentir mas bajo del humano, quiere decir matar a tu otro yo, tu prójimo, tu igual, tu hno,

So glad you enjoyed it

Thanks Pramod

Thank you 🙏

"a beautiful familiarity that I have yet to know" - you put it beautifully. May I ask the name of those few other pieces you mentioned that spill this sense of heart moving nostalgia?

@@kimtiennguyen7883 thank you! Check out Slow Meadow “crown of amber canopy” That is one of them. Let me know what you think.

Watch part 1 and 2

@@vandalligraphy1300 thank you! I think it's beautiful! For me that one is like a forgotten familiarity that I'm returning to...

Glad you enjoy it!

I think it has been used in a few films.

Yeah it's used in Shutter Island :)

See, see the old sky Marvel at its big beige depths. Tell me, friend do you Wonder why the genet ignores you? Why its foobly stare makes you feel slithery. I can tell you, it is Worried by your offddddog facial growth That looks like A mould. What's more, it knows Your clart potting shed Smells of grass. Everything under the big old sky Asks why, why do you even bother? You only charm my cats.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me, As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning On a lurgid bee, That mordiously hath blurted out, Its earted jurtles, grumbling Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles, Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts, And living glupules frart and stipulate, Like jowling meated liverslime, Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, And hooptiously drangle me, With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries. Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, See if I don't!