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Today I was informed that I got selected to study at the Royal Conservatoire in the field of my interest, Sonology. Even though it is not clear yet whether this will be an affordable/attainable situation for me and I could not feel either excited or sad today without being torn between those two feelings, I wrote this song today, to celebrate my success, finding my self faith back. Even if things do not turn as desired, this song will be a reminder for me that I am capable of what intrigues me, that nevertheless the circumstances and the odds being against me or in my favor, I should not lose my concentration/focus on my choice. Eyes on the goal.

*There is a suitable word in greek for what I felt today: it is χαρμολύπη. 

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the monster that lies underneath the white tree

In the tree

In the tree hollows, its red big eyes are boiling like warm hearts forged with a violent hammer

With the invitation of a war, they will carry you heavily in their arms along the Shallow Valley

Their spiteful mercy is a promise, they shall release your blessings like Jokers in the cards

In this Nuthouse, you will be the king

Piano/Music Editing: Katnsei Narration: Evangelia Vlachou Photography; Katnsei

A slow realization that something beautiful can be born when you give space to ideas. The beauty of a speaking voice, the possibilities inside it, the force of a classical piano and the legacy of a gifted poet.

The two roads diverged in my own world, mean struggling between making the best artistic choice possible, every time I am working with the sound. It is a path I have started walking recently and I am determined and inspired to take the one less traveled by.

This is the original poem by Robert Frost:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

Proud to finish this one before leaving Boston, mainly because I was starting to feel that I wouldn’t

"According to legend, an Algonquin Indian woman found herself in a tight spot (pun intended) shortly after she killed a white colonial settler. As she walked away from the scene of the crime, she encountered another settler who asked for her company on a short walk. Naturally, having just murdered one of his people, she was apprehensive and tried to run away. He lunged and grabbed her by the wrist. When she called out to the Native American god Hobomoko to save her, the second settler revealed himself as none other than Hobomoko in the flesh. Morphing into a devil-like guise, Hobomoko grabbed his captive by the waist and flew to Purgatory Chasm.

Colonists said that the devil’s actions on that day formed the chasm. The deep depressions were allegedly the places he stomped and threw his victim. The large, deep cuts in the rocks were the results of a swinging tomahawk."

Information Source: newengland.com/today/travel/mass…-purgatory-chasm/