Sousarion
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I am a butterfly, scientifically. I invented comedy, in the ancient form, and now explore tragedy too.
Publishing originals here: sousarion.com.
Serious pianist.
Leftist
Publishing originals here: sousarion.com.
Serious pianist.
Leftist
A whispering wind of motion and beauty:
December 18, 2025 at 4:06 AM
A whispering wind of motion and beauty:
Music for the ache that never really goes away:
December 12, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Music for the ache that never really goes away:
Speed and beauty, complementing each other:
December 11, 2025 at 11:15 PM
Speed and beauty, complementing each other:
We glimpse small pieces of ourselves.
The rest remains in shadow,
not lost, just hidden.
The rest remains in shadow,
not lost, just hidden.
December 5, 2025 at 7:08 PM
We glimpse small pieces of ourselves.
The rest remains in shadow,
not lost, just hidden.
The rest remains in shadow,
not lost, just hidden.
Chopin’s Op. 25 No. 8 closes with a flourish that feels both disciplined and wild. Your hand plays sixths at breakneck speeds, everything pushed toward a final, clear landing.
Here’s the last passage.
Here’s the last passage.
November 30, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Chopin’s Op. 25 No. 8 closes with a flourish that feels both disciplined and wild. Your hand plays sixths at breakneck speeds, everything pushed toward a final, clear landing.
Here’s the last passage.
Here’s the last passage.