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I am one with sensibilities of an adagio. There are few things I cannot describe with words. A beautiful adagio, I think, is one of them. Its beauty is ineffable. All are musical poems, but one is tinged with sorrow. I am thinking of Barber's ADAGIO FOR STRINGS. PACHELBEL'S CANON, on the other hand, is gentle and evocative, as is Albioni's adagio. You're sitting on the sofa holding your sweetheart in your arms listening to Bach's AIR ON THE G STRING as you give her a sweet kiss on her neck. You dim the lights. Vivaldi's GUITAR CONCERTO begins to play followed by Marcello's ADAGIO IN D MINOR and then you give her another kiss, this one on her lips. It's getting late, but there's still time to absorb the exquisite PAS DE DEUX by Tchaikovsky from the NUTCRACKER. Now she kisses you, not once, but many times. You slip in Beethoven's MOONLIGHT SONATA, Debussy's CLAIR DE LUNE, Satie's elegant TROIS GYMNOPEDIES, and Chopin's PRELUDE, OP. 28, even though they are not adagios, but because they are etheral. And before you and she go to bed to make love, you listen to Rodrigo's CONCIERTO DE ARANJUEZ FOR GUITAR AND ORCHESTRA. No better foreplay exists. TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 12:14 PM UTC
SENSIBILITIES OF AN ADAGIO
I am one with sensibilities of an adagio. There are few things I cannot describe with words. A beautiful adagio, I think, is one of them. Its beauty is ineffable. All are musical poems, but one is tinged with sorrow. I am thinking of Barber's ADAGIO FOR STRINGS. PACHELBEL'S CANON, on the other hand, is gentle and evocative, as is Albioni's adagio. You're sitting on the sofa holding your sweetheart in your arms listening to Bach's AIR ON THE G STRING as you give her a sweet kiss on her neck. You dim the lights. Vivaldi's GUITAR CONCERTO begins to play followed by Marcello's ADAGIO IN D MINOR and then you give her another kiss, this one on her lips. It's getting late, but there's still time to absorb the exquisite PAS DE DEUX by Tchaikovsky from the NUTCRACKER. Now she kisses you, not once, but many times. You slip in Beethoven's MOONLIGHT SONATA, Debussy's CLAIR DE LUNE, Satie's elegant TROIS GYMNOPEDIES, and Chopin's PRELUDE, OP. 28, even though they are not adagios, but because they are etheral. And before you and she go to bed to make love, you listen to Rodrigo's CONCIERTO DE ARANJUEZ FOR GUITAR AND ORCHESTRA. No better foreplay exists. TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 12:14 PM UTC
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