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La Cathédrale Engloutie | Claude Debussy
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Pièces de clavecin en concerts: Concert no 5 - La Cupis Rendement | Jean-Philippe Rameau
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Piano Trio No.1 Op. 8: IV. Allegro | Johannes Brahms
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Cello Concerto in E Minor Op. 85: III. Adagio - Edward Elgar
Cellist: Jacqueline du Pré
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Mass in B Minor: Agnus Dei | J. S. Bach
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Gaspard de la Nuit: Ondine - Maurice Ravel
Listen! Listen! It is I, it is Undine brushing with these drops of water the resonant diamond-panes of your window illuminated by the dull moonbeams; and here, in a dress of moire, is the lady of the castle on her balcony gazing at the beautiful starry night and the beautiful slumbering lake.
Each wave is a water sprite swimming in the current, each current is a path winding toward my palace, and my palace is of fluid construction, at the bottom of the lake, within the triangle formed by fire, earth, and air.
Listen! Listen! My father is beating the croaking water with a branch of green alder, and my sisters are caressing the cool islands of grasses, water lilies and gladioli with their arms of foam, or are laughing at the tottering, bearded willow that is angling.
After murmuring her song, she besought me to accept her ring on my finger, to be the husband of an undine, and to visit her palace with her, to be the king of the lakes.
And when I replied that I was in love with a mortal woman, she was sulky and vexed; she wept a few tears, burst out laughing and vanished in showers that formed white trickles down my blue windowpanes.
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Trio for Piano and Strings No. 1 in B Major, Op. 8: III. Adagio | Johannes Brahms
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Banalités: II. Hôtel | Francis Poulenc
Nathalie Stutzmann
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Ma chambre a la forme d’une cage,
Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre.
Mais moi qui veux fumer pour faire des mirages
J’allume au feu du jour ma cigarette.
Je ne veux pas travailler - je veux fumer.
My room has the form of a cage.
The sun reaches its arm in through the window.
But I want to smoke and make shapes in the air,
and so I light my cigarette on the sun’s fire.
I don’t want to work, I want to smoke.
