Gardener, artist, writer, walker, atheist, disciple of the Buddha, heathen at heart, vegan, gay, pacifist, realist, nature and yoga: In all I seek the middle ground.
To say I love him, and the countertenor voice in general, is an understatement. If I could go back thirty years, this is the life I would aim for: simple, rustic, with a counterpoint of wordliness. This music is medicine to me. It makes me feel alive inside (not dead), hopeful, with a hint of regrets, like a bare november waiting for snow, not entirely unpleasant really.
Verdi prati, selve amene, perderete la beltà. Vaghi fior, correnti rivi, la vaghezza, la bellezza presto in voi si cangerà.
Verdi prati, selve amene, perderete la beltà. E cangiato il vago oggetto all’orror del primo aspetto tutto in voi ritornerà.
Green meadows, lovely woods, You will lose your beauty, Pretty flowers, rapid brooks, Your charm and beauty Will soon change. The beautiful object has changed, To the dismay of the first glance, Then everything will return in you.
2. I’m planning my next move which is encouraging since I have been feeling stagnant at a dead-end lately. I want to go somewhere new. So I’m setting my aims further east than Quebec City, possibly close to water (the Saint-Lawrence river), if only for a couple of months some time next year. Fingers crossed.