Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Wladyslaw Szpilman - Chopin Nocturne No. 20

Light - like strings of golden beads,
The taste of a night-leaf on the lips.
Free us from our daily stresses,
Friends, know this: I inhabit your dreams.

--Marina Tsvetaeva

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