Rhapsody in Blue

Tonight I listened to Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue, and what a feeling inside myself! I remembered the time I was in Brittany, near Rennes on my green campus with sheeps. Why? Lama, as we say in hebrew? Maybe because I used to listen to this tune quite often before, and I haven't heard it for a long time... Crazy how human brain works and makes mental links between places and music, isn't it?

When I listen to this song, I remember my flat with its tiny mezzanine, my small but big enough balcony, where I put my cactus so that they can each day enjoy sunlight, where I put my bamboos too, where I liked to go out in the city (Haricot Rouge - Red bean, a great great café in the city center, with cheap and tasty hot chocolate...). I remember the weather, that I always knew when it was raining because of the light ding-a-ling of the rain on the window pane of my roof-light. I remember full moon, since the moonlight came til my bed through that same window and made me think of new poetry. I remember I used to read "Leaves of Grass" written by Walt Whitman and to rhapsodize each word of his work, especially the big YAWP and the song of myself...

So many things come back to my mind in such a limited time. How crazy memories are, how amazing is my quick wit brain!

I talk and talk... and the blue rhapsody is over, even "An American in Paris" is over... let's keep on composing "A French in Vienna" on my own sheet of paper!