my Japanese friend- Ei

Ei was with me for the last evening in Rome. We met at 8am in the morning to make the very precious appointment at 4-5pm at the Spanish Steps. She is such a friend that I treasure so much that I came on time. Being starving, I awarded myself with such delicious piece of cake, though I never honestly love desert before. Ei and I finally got together and went up the steps for a list of things: a beautiful painting for my future babies, a delicate cup for Ei's morning coffee, the Rome "before and present" architecture book...and a delicious italian dinner (no pizza, Ting likes pizza least compare to other wonderful italian dishes). We ended up in a nice restaurant with a dinner of beef, salad, pasta, mossels for only 35 euros in total... Ei is a very considerate person, though she was tough once food striking the family decision of having a dog. After all, she likes the dogs very much now. I hope it is not post-rationalization...^&^ She likes to walk and get lost in Tokyo as one of her regular activities...^&^ well, of course, She also likes Ting and Ting likes her...My dear friend, every day, I am closer to our next reunion which I am very much looking forward to^^

back from Italy

The 15 days in italy was a dreadful period, filled with unfortunate accidences, pains and losses. Having said that, it does not mean that I disliked it. To the very contratry, these challenges have made all the meeting people the best memories of my year. Alone I was in the picture, however, so many stories to tell about every friend I treasure in the trip. After my shower, I will gradually reveal every one of them slowly, if my friends do not object to it.

The English Version for Yury- Tears in music...

His hands are dancing on the piano like no one did before, the music out of it are bouncing in the air. There were moments that I wanted to dance with the music, so powerful, so embracing, the sounds are so beautiful as if they are from heaven; there were moments that i wanted to stand up as if sitting is not in harmony with the living music. Now, in Alexander Nikolaievitch Skriabin's（Poeme "Vers la flamme"），Op.72（1914), Sokolov stopped at the very climax and stood up at the same speed as the music and the whole audience rose to their feet. How bravo! How incredible! The applauses got more and more intensive. After he thanked the audience 3 times, he finally sat down, and sth. quiet was played, as quiet as the night and we just forgot that 1 second ago, we were in bright daylight with fire and energy. Now it is night filled with chilly air and tranquility. Suddenly, my tears ran down and left on my face a warm trail, they were tears of respect for such a perfectionist for beauty; they were tears of warmness contaged by the love of the artist; they were tears of sadness leaked by the uproaring music. I couldnt believe my ears what I heard, the sound was simply too complex, too beautiful, too multi-dimentional to be true.

I am starting to stutter now, I know, I want to say more about why I love his performance so much and say it more exactly, but somehow I cannot, just as Sokolov put it, "if I could tell you why I love piano so much, then I must be loving it not very much."

There is one thing I can tell though, that is--for days to come in the future, I will not skip my daily piano practice no matter what.

他让我落泪。。。

在亚历山大·尼古拉耶维奇·斯克里亚宾诗曲“朝向火焰”（Poeme "Vers la flamme"），Op.72（1914）的高潮中Sokolov站起，依然表情严肃，在全场的欢呼声中离场了。年迈的听众们却少有的坚持着；掌声越来越强烈，他终于出来了，又回去了，如此反复几次后，他终于在钢琴前又坐下了。这次没有炙烈的高潮，是平静的一小段。我不知怎地，眼泪禁不住流出。。。我想象着这位完美主义音乐家在演奏前的每一分钟的准备，或者说过去50年的钢琴生涯里的点点滴滴。。。感动的时候说不出话，也写不出来我为什么受感动，大概正如他所说的，“我要是知道我为什么如此深爱钢琴，我对它的爱也就大概很值得怀疑了。”

我只知道以后的每一天，我再也不会因为别的事情而耽搁了我的钢琴练习了。。

http://www.rogev.com/sokolov/index_en.htm

好朋友她发来了天籁之音。。。

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顺便附上我的听后感：

云儿荡着阳光的秋千一摇一摇，
草儿在微风的挠挠下笑折了腰；
是谁又唱起那首歌谣，
它在随风飘，随风飘。

谁说童话里只有美好，
童话里的悲伤谁知道；
是谁在痛苦中笑，
笑着唱那首歌谣。