Tribute to Shostakovich

Something miraculous burns in music;
as you watch, its edges crystallize.
Only music speaks to me
when others turn away their eyes.

When fearful friends abandoned me
music stayed, even at my grave,
and sang like earth’s first shower of rain
or flowers suddenly everywhere alive.

Anna Akhmatova

'Never, it seems to me, was man so molten and fluid,
and yet never was he so shut up within himself, never so walled about as he is today, and never was he so cold of heart.'

Vyacheslav Ivanov

1866 Moscow - 1949 Rome

🎨Konstantin Somov, 1896

📷© Mario Giacomelli

'Un uomo ,una donna'

'We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence.
No one can cross the boundary into another - for the simple reason that no one can gain acces to himself.'

Paul Auster