The nigthingales had stopped singing after almost the whole night with the accompaniment by a concerto for cello of J.S. Bach. After a special evening with good company, deep discussions, red wine and cheese. A most needed lesson in l’Art de Vivre. At dawn the blackbirds was taking over. So today i feel like listening to W.A. Mozart’s Concerto for Clarinet in A major, K. 622. Clarinet by Florent Héau and the Prague Chamber Orchestra.
Maybe it’s Mozart’s profile I can imagine in the sky this morning? Fantasy is free.
|Fra Vue-Matin Mai 2009|
I want to throw in this little “transformer” at the end
which is suddenly "shooting" away.