This is my latest original music composition. A mixture of classic piano and electro. I am playing the piano part and all the other instruments as well (recorded, edited, mixed and mastered by me in Ableton Live). I hope you like it. Listen to the track on Soundcloud here under. Watch the clip on YouTube here above. Music composition, production and cover photo: © 2017 Ben Heine
Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts
(See it on Flickr)A photo I took in Braives (Belgium) during Christmas Eve.
We hadn't seen so much snow in Belgium since decades!!
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Detail (smallest boy in the middle):
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© 2011 - Ben Heine
A picture I recently took in Braives (Belgium)
at the end of the afternoon... Happy New Year.
Don't forget to dream a lot, it's the most important!
Detail:
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at the end of the afternoon... Happy New Year.
Don't forget to dream a lot, it's the most important!
Detail:
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Crisp
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Crisp
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A leaf stuck at the surface of a partially frozen lake.I took this picture a few days ago in Brussels...
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Detail "Crisp":
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.It is Freezing
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It was a very cold day in Belgium. I found this precious duoin a park in Brussels. These birds were amazingly colorful
and beautiful. It made a perfect contrast with the pale frozen
lake. The bird on the right is a Mandarin Duck. According to
an old woman who goes to the lake every day, the 2 animals
became friends and stay together all the time. Lovely couple!
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Detail "It is Freezing":
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.Cryogenized
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Another leaf stuck at the surface of a frozen lake..
Fresh Jupiler!
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Most popular beer here in Belgium :)Yes, it's already snowing...
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(The above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10)
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Me in the snow during the shooting (photo by Mattbed):
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In A House of the
Lonesome Night
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Down the streets where I'm from
A song comes easily to play
On the piano chords I strum
But nothing for long will stay
The days are like a river
In their calling and longing's fire
The voices of the wind shiver
While whispering to me its desire
In a house of the lonesome night
Love songs of my dreams away
Come in their fancy and flight
Each of their shading and lay
A love is man's truest giver
Of anything that comes and goes
And the poet their passions deliver
To give words that the wind blows
Down the streets there are no names
Only leaves that are dancing on
In flickering shadows and flames
Till the hours of longing is gone
Every day has its own true meaning
With life that clashes and unfolds
In ways of disclosure and gleaning
Every aspect of its living remolds
Lonesome Night
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Down the streets where I'm from
A song comes easily to play
On the piano chords I strum
But nothing for long will stay
The days are like a river
In their calling and longing's fire
The voices of the wind shiver
While whispering to me its desire
In a house of the lonesome night
Love songs of my dreams away
Come in their fancy and flight
Each of their shading and lay
A love is man's truest giver
Of anything that comes and goes
And the poet their passions deliver
To give words that the wind blows
Down the streets there are no names
Only leaves that are dancing on
In flickering shadows and flames
Till the hours of longing is gone
Every day has its own true meaning
With life that clashes and unfolds
In ways of disclosure and gleaning
Every aspect of its living remolds
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If I could Fly...
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...f r e e d o m would be mine
Bring the Light
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By Peter S. Quinn
Come come morning come
Freshness awaits me then
Tickle each bosom blossom
When they will feel you again
Rise to the edge of the sea
Bring the light there on
Billows that waves so free
Never to shore are all done
A bird in a nest is to fly
Finding the freedom in wings
Reaching the horizons sky
Wondering what morning brings
Flocking to oceans wide
Searching for something to eat
Into the deep they glide
Every small motion to read
Come come to day newborn
With every aspect of light
Dark gown is becoming worn
Taking its dim and the night
Faraway times going around
Each with its moments to turn
Somewhere a glow they've found
To give to the new morning burn
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : I took the photo last Summer
in The Hague, in the Netherlands
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Bring the Light
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By Peter S. Quinn
Come come morning come
Freshness awaits me then
Tickle each bosom blossom
When they will feel you again
Rise to the edge of the sea
Bring the light there on
Billows that waves so free
Never to shore are all done
A bird in a nest is to fly
Finding the freedom in wings
Reaching the horizons sky
Wondering what morning brings
Flocking to oceans wide
Searching for something to eat
Into the deep they glide
Every small motion to read
Come come to day newborn
With every aspect of light
Dark gown is becoming worn
Taking its dim and the night
Faraway times going around
Each with its moments to turn
Somewhere a glow they've found
To give to the new morning burn
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : I took the photo last Summer
in The Hague, in the Netherlands
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We Are Made One With
What We Touch and See
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By Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill
One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some freshblossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good
Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedalfashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.
And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!.
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!
(Poem's source : judithpordon.tripod.com)
What We Touch and See
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By Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill
One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some freshblossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good
Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedalfashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.
And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!.
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!
(Poem's source : judithpordon.tripod.com)
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I Do Not Love You
Except Because I Love You
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By Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
(The poem appeared on Plagiarist.com/poetry)
Except Because I Love You
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By Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
(The poem appeared on Plagiarist.com/poetry)
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