Every time I listen to Bolero, as I'm doing right now, many thoughts cross my mind. But mostly it's feelings and emotions. And memories. Of my childhood, of the times when my father was working or tidying up in his studio with Bolero on and I was dreaming of one day playing violin .
Of someone I knew snoring in the night while I was so intently trying to listen to the radio.
Of the times when I've longed for more intensity in my life.
But all that remains is the love and fascination with such beauty, intensity and passion, with the almost hypnotic music. I feel like what drives me in life is intensity, although the type of intensity that at times can become burning and dangerous. Like at the present moment...
