*never forget the plastic bag scene* to all who read this, and all who don't...sending you infinite peace, perfect health, abundant wealth, joyous freedom, and unconditional love...🙏🏽💜💜💜💜💜🙌🏽
Thomas Newman's "American Beauty" theme music has ALWAYS touched my soul, and makes me ACHE for something I cannot define (And I'm normally not the most "spiritual" of people) but this soundtrack just DOES this to me. So much so that driving to my mother's funeral 9 years ago, I purposely listened to it, just to reinforce its power on me. The single piano with string accompaniment is such a DEEPLY moving motif.
So beautiful! This is great music, along with the American Beauty soundtrack (American Beauty & Any Other Name) to journal about your depression and loneliness to
depression? loneliness? nooo noo man. how about its just nice to listen to it while u are painting? or while u are out in the wild looking up the sky and enjoying the moment? no? lol
@@fernanezouhir6551 I'm with you Fernanes... lay back in a field of meadow flowers breaking up clouds in a cerualean blue sky with just the power of my mind... only small clouds in that case. Sending happiness from the UK to you.
Ho pensato tanto alla parola "amore" ed al suo suono. Ciò che salva e ciò che uccide. Ciò che cerchi, ciò che hai. Un suono dolce e tagliente al contempo. L'amore per me è paragonabile ai petali delle rose che pur sfiorendo rimangono dello stesso colore e della stessa bellezza che si trova nell'integrità del fiore. Esso cambia cambia aspetto, ma non muta il suo significato. Da anni penso a quando rimarrò sola, a quando perderò anche mia madre, a quando ci sarà mio figlio che lascerà il nido. Loro saranno petali nel vento. Io avrò il loro amore in altra maniera. L'amore si trasforma anche nel matrimonio/convivenza. Da prima passionale, dopo diventa sostegno, pazienza, comprensione. Viviamo in un "attimo fuggente", viviamo pur sapendo che moriremo. È strano tutto ciò, è mistero il senso di questa trasformazione. È la vita certo. È la causa di un effetto indiscutibile. Io però voglio lottare per apprezzarne ogni sua forma, ogni suo evolversi. Voglio accettare i cambiamenti, i suoi disegni, le sue forme. Questo ho fatto dopo che è morto mio padre. Questo è quello che faccio vedendo ogni giorno crescere mio figlio. Questo è ciò che ho capito dopo dieci anni di matrimonio. È ciò che è ad ogni compleanno di mia madre. È ciò che stringo nelle mani, quando rivedo il mio ex con Giovannino. Ormai la consuetudine lo fa sembrare fatalismo. In verità confesso che non è così, io ricordo ancora il profumo e la straordinaria seducente bellezza della rosa. I petali non sono l'accontentarsi, sono il vibrante ricordo di quel suono che fa in battere e levare muovere il mio cuore con l'amore. Sublime passione l'amore che tutto muove!
I took liberty to translate from Italiano w/google. I hope is accurate. These are beautiful thoughts to go with the beautiful music. I thought a lot about the word "love" and its sound. What saves and what kills. What you seek, what you have. A sweet and sharp sound at the same time. Love for me is comparable to the petals of roses which, even as they fade, remain of the same color and beauty found in the integrity of the flower. It changes its appearance, but its meaning does not change. For years I have been thinking about when I will be alone, when I will lose my mother too, when my son will leave the nest. They will be petals in the wind. I will have their love in another way. Love also transforms into marriage/cohabitation. At first passionate, it later becomes support, patience, understanding. We live in a "fleeting moment", we live knowing that we will die. All this is strange, the meaning of this transformation is a mystery. It's life for sure. It is the cause of an indisputable effect. However, I want to fight to appreciate all its forms, all its evolutions. I want to accept the changes, its designs, its forms. I did this after my father died. This is what I do watching my son grow every day. This is what I understood after ten years of marriage. It's what it is at every birthday of my mother. It's what I hold in my hands when I see my ex again with Giovannino. Now custom makes it seem like fatalism. In truth I confess that this is not the case, I still remember the scent and the extraordinary seductive beauty of the rose. The petals are not contentment, they are the vibrant memory of that sound that makes my heart move with love. Sublime passion, the love that moves everything!
Such emotion from such a simple sounding melody... beautiful. "... I realized there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. ... Sometimes there is so much... beauty... in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in."
Whenever I hear this music, I feel that I suffer from weakness and helplessness and things are against me... Why is the world terrible? Why don't they leave the person safely? Why are there wretched people? 😢
Когда нибудь мы все сядем в старости и подумаем а так ли я жил, правильно я всё делал и зачем это всё дайте ответ кто помудрее я как то думал что узнал ответ но нет и нет 😮
Андрей, этот мир создан в первую очередь для чувств и ощущений. Никто в мире не знает как жить правильно. Поэтому, нужно жить так, как чувствуете. Но в рамках правил этой игры)))) Не перебарщивайте, нужно соблюдать инь и янь, дуальность.
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*never forget the plastic bag scene*
to all who read this, and all who don't...sending you infinite peace, perfect health, abundant wealth, joyous freedom, and unconditional love...🙏🏽💜💜💜💜💜🙌🏽
Thomas Newman's "American Beauty" theme music has ALWAYS touched my soul, and makes me ACHE for something I cannot define (And I'm normally not the most "spiritual" of people) but this soundtrack just DOES this to me. So much so that driving to my mother's funeral 9 years ago, I purposely listened to it, just to reinforce its power on me. The single piano with string accompaniment is such a DEEPLY moving motif.
This song was " our song " ....a woman from my past
Plastic bag theme song
Simplicity is Beautiful
there's something calming about this music.
Hauntingly beautiful ❤
この映画はレスターが娘が恋をしていると聞いた時の父親として本当に嬉しそうな表情のシーン、最後のレスターの語りを聞くだけでも見る価値がある。今日はあなたにとって残りの人生の最初の一日
So beautiful! This is great music, along with the American Beauty soundtrack (American Beauty & Any Other Name) to journal about your depression and loneliness to
depression? loneliness? nooo noo man. how about its just nice to listen to it while u are painting? or while u are out in the wild looking up the sky and enjoying the moment? no? lol
@@fernanezouhir6551 I'm with you Fernanes... lay back in a field of meadow flowers breaking up clouds in a cerualean blue sky with just the power of my mind... only small clouds in that case.
Sending happiness from the UK to you.
Very calming music. I love it!!
Esta canción fue el impulso que quería en mi vida.
Gracias Lester.
Thank you so much for creating this masterpiece!!! Light be with you my friend!!!
Through the vast fields she lays there alone and scared and as i saw her my eyes dropped a tear (just wanted to write this)
U are amazing! you gift me good feeling❤❤
ty 💜
that's so soothing.
this movie and soundtrack destroyed my heart - the sadness that overwhelms me is sick - no hope for nothing
Beautiful
I cried when Lester died.
It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world
Thanks 👍
Thanks
I don't know why but this soundtrack reminds me of House MD.
Ho pensato tanto alla parola "amore" ed al suo suono.
Ciò che salva e ciò che uccide.
Ciò che cerchi, ciò che hai.
Un suono dolce e tagliente al contempo.
L'amore per me è paragonabile ai petali delle rose che pur sfiorendo rimangono dello stesso colore e della stessa bellezza che si trova nell'integrità del fiore.
Esso cambia cambia aspetto, ma non muta il suo significato.
Da anni penso a quando rimarrò sola, a quando perderò anche mia madre, a quando ci sarà mio figlio che lascerà il nido.
Loro saranno petali nel vento.
Io avrò il loro amore in altra maniera.
L'amore si trasforma anche nel matrimonio/convivenza.
Da prima passionale, dopo diventa sostegno, pazienza, comprensione.
Viviamo in un "attimo fuggente", viviamo pur sapendo che moriremo.
È strano tutto ciò, è mistero il senso di questa trasformazione.
È la vita certo.
È la causa di un effetto indiscutibile.
Io però voglio lottare per apprezzarne ogni sua forma, ogni suo evolversi.
Voglio accettare i cambiamenti, i suoi disegni, le sue forme.
Questo ho fatto dopo che è morto mio padre.
Questo è quello che faccio vedendo ogni giorno crescere mio figlio.
Questo è ciò che ho capito dopo dieci anni di matrimonio.
È ciò che è ad ogni compleanno di mia madre.
È ciò che stringo nelle mani, quando rivedo il mio ex con Giovannino.
Ormai la consuetudine lo fa sembrare fatalismo.
In verità confesso che non è così, io ricordo ancora il profumo e la straordinaria seducente bellezza della rosa.
I petali non sono l'accontentarsi, sono il vibrante ricordo di quel suono che fa in battere e levare muovere il mio cuore con l'amore.
Sublime passione l'amore che tutto muove!
I took liberty to translate from Italiano w/google. I hope is accurate. These are beautiful thoughts to go with the beautiful music.
I thought a lot about the word "love" and its sound.
What saves and what kills.
What you seek, what you have.
A sweet and sharp sound at the same time.
Love for me is comparable to the petals of roses which, even as they fade, remain of the same color and beauty found in the integrity of the flower.
It changes its appearance, but its meaning does not change.
For years I have been thinking about when I will be alone, when I will lose my mother too, when my son will leave the nest.
They will be petals in the wind.
I will have their love in another way.
Love also transforms into marriage/cohabitation.
At first passionate, it later becomes support, patience, understanding.
We live in a "fleeting moment", we live knowing that we will die.
All this is strange, the meaning of this transformation is a mystery.
It's life for sure.
It is the cause of an indisputable effect.
However, I want to fight to appreciate all its forms, all its evolutions.
I want to accept the changes, its designs, its forms.
I did this after my father died.
This is what I do watching my son grow every day.
This is what I understood after ten years of marriage.
It's what it is at every birthday of my mother.
It's what I hold in my hands when I see my ex again with Giovannino.
Now custom makes it seem like fatalism.
In truth I confess that this is not the case, I still remember the scent and the extraordinary seductive beauty of the rose.
The petals are not contentment, they are the vibrant memory of that sound that makes my heart move with love.
Sublime passion, the love that moves everything!
so beautiful
❤❤❤❤❤❤
Such emotion from such a simple sounding melody... beautiful.
"... I realized there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. ...
Sometimes there is so much... beauty... in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in."
thank you
Coh gozel ❤
"Look closer"
Relax🤤🤤
I think this song reminds me of my regrets
Que belleza !!!
чудовий плейліст, для роботи ідеально🐳🐳🐳
Сало уронил
😘
Whenever I hear this music, I feel that I suffer from weakness and helplessness and things are against me... Why is the world terrible? Why don't they leave the person safely? Why are there wretched people? 😢
Is the picture also from the film?
No, I didn't see the picture from the movie
ฉันถามให้แน่ใจว่าฉันจะทำอะไรต่อไปในเส้นทางที่มีโอกาสเท่านั้น
Когда нибудь мы все сядем в старости и подумаем а так ли я жил, правильно я всё делал и зачем это всё дайте ответ кто помудрее я как то думал что узнал ответ но нет и нет 😮
Андрей, этот мир создан в первую очередь для чувств и ощущений. Никто в мире не знает как жить правильно. Поэтому, нужно жить так, как чувствуете. Но в рамках правил этой игры)))) Не перебарщивайте, нужно соблюдать инь и янь, дуальность.
اسم الفلم لي في الصورك
American Beauty
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