Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Violinist

In the streets of Paris under the beautiful lunar sun,I was walking in the streets alone,feeling the misery in my heart.Until I heard something beautifully played.I followed the sound,finding out where it was coming from.I got closer to it until I found a flat.It was coming from someone's flat with the windows opened.So,I climbed up the walls with the vines as Romeo went to find his Juliet.I reached to the window and I saw a violinist, playing alone.His long,black hair was tied back with a soft,red ribbon.I fell in love with his violin....and him.He turned around and saw me outside his window"Do not be afraid of me.I am not going to hurt you Monsieur",I told him.He was not scared;he came closer to me as if he wanted to touch my face.Then I entered into his flat,through his window."Who are you?"he began to ask.I responded to his question"I am sorry.I heard your violin far from the streets and I followed its melodic tones to this window.It is the most
beautiful piece I have ever...heard!I'm Nicholas de Louvois."I explained to him of how I was outside his window."Alexander Rose.I'm from London.Please sit."He told me in French,of course.I could smell the blood from him.I tried to resist it but I felt the hunger in me,so I moved away.I sat down with him,next to the fireplace,enjoying.He told me of maestro Mozart and how he ran away from his family in London.I fell in love with his beauty and his shyness;I lifted my hand up,wanting to touch his soft,pale face and gave him a kiss he would never forget.I stood up and told him I had to go before the sun comes up."Will you come back tomorrow night ?"he asked excitedly."Do not worry, my love.For I will seek for your light, under the lunar sun of Paris and give you a kiss in Midnights Tent,above the stars.With rain involved."I kissed him again.Then I exited by the way of the window I'd entered through. That is how I met him.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Music the Healer

If music did not exist in the world, we would not be different, know no feeling nor would we learn how to express ourselves. We would be one boring world where robots are programmed to show no emotion to others. But the saddest thing is: we would not know our own feeligns in our hearts.

Music is a voice needed to be heard by everyone in the world because it can define an individual by connecting oneself to a song that could understand us, what pain we are going through. Music can help us because it can also get us through tough time. After you listen to your own music, you forget about everything, including your own problems. It helps us be in peace within ourselves because you could be your self, without any judgement nor would anyone tell you what you should be.

As a music lover and composer, it is a drug, an ecstasy that never physically kills you, but helps you let go of yourselves and the stiffness from your body and soul. When you create you own music, you get a wonderful and an unusual feeling inside that can make you feel like you are the main character in your own story because you face with your own challenge. No one does it for you, only yourself.

Music is an art that creates melodies and harmonies across the rooms and a lover. It will sweep you off the floor and make you feel special because it loves you back.

The reason why we all love and need music is because we need something to keep us safe from all the troubles and help us forget our troubles. We are its followers and disciples looking for a voice to understand us and save ourselves from abuse and hate, including those that treat us as if they are the superior in the household

Friday, February 11, 2011

Society has a dark side

What is society to me?

A community where we learn and try to live in peace without hate,discrimination,war and racism.But we know it cannot be ignored by us the people because it is hard to have the problems disappear.Our common problems become our habits; as an individual we can change our points of view but unfortunately we cannot change the other's thoughts nor could we convert their beliefs because we have to respect it.

But in the 50s, society was living a lie because governments or the medias don't want the public knowing their darkest secrets in a particular city or continent, really anywhere. So to hide the truth, they get the world converted or brainwashed from television or anything technology can simulate us into accepting or believing we are livng in a world of simplicity, where sexism is not a problem to men, no particular opinions are to be made by everyone, children are not to rebel from parents, just so they can earn their freedom and where denial is known to refuse accepting that we are living in a dangerous world, filled and combined with discrimination and segragations. They do it because they wish that they could forget about the global issues, but we all know they can't.

In the 16th century, sexism still existed in King Henry VIII's England because he thought that women are to follow and satisfy their husband, but never disobey her duties as a wife. Religious conversions were not to be allowed because all the people should remain Catholic and faithful or else they would be killed or excommunicated if they convert to becoming Protestants or Jewish in his laws. If you learn from 16th century and their points of view, you will understand why their lifestyles are so different from the 21st century.

BC hid a secret about the Natives; there were those that were abused or raped as children in residential schools organized by the provincial government. The government knew it was a disgrace but they did not deny the truth, they accepted it and felt sorry for the aboriginals for they want to be forgived. That was taught to me in Socials Studies

We may not live in a perfect society  but at least we try to improve ourselves so in the future, we could prepare ourselves for the better or for worse to come

Young Voice

Love is to sacrifice yourself for the one

Beauty is to suffer

Rebellion is to know no bounds

Touch is to feel warmth from skin to skin, lips to lips, caressing with fingers

Change is to transform

Experience is to learn and be taught from realities and mistakes

Voice is to be heard by others

Standing for your rights is to protest

Freedom is to live your life the way you want

Cry is to shed a tear of memories and sadness that hurt

Living is to have a reason or purpose to accomplish

Belief is to know and discover right from wrong

Being yourself is what defines you , not what other poeple should define you

Feel is to connect yourself into another