Seven-year old Anastasia Tiurina playing - I don't know what instrument (can someone tell me?) - a beautifully talented girl who plays with such joy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=UAfuMol1e-0
I think it must be a balalaika because most of the comments are Russian. Beautiful child and great performance
Thank you, yes you're right, in fact it's in the title of the video too! I love seeing talent like this and the joy - it seems like she has a gift from God.
Yesterday was funeral in Dublin of Pete St. John- the composer of some great Irish ballads. In his memory, RIP, Here are perhaps his two best known one ….. recorded by many artists. Not sure if the misty weather here today, but these songs stirs lots of emotions and memories in my life. Missing many of loved ones… longing for a simpler time gone by….
do you think sacred music has the power to open spiritual perceptions? I like to pray the Jesus prayer (Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me sinner) listening to this orthodox song that brings me immense peace.
Of course we shall be singing in heaven with the angels for all Eternity. Have you heard, 'Hymn of the Cherubim'?
this song, as well as Anima Christi by Marco Frisina, brings me a feeling of solitude (before the world) and deep union with Christ.
Problem is, if I remember correctly, he was broadcasting an aria. EDIT: Here's the scene as originally shown. The song is "Sull'aria" from Mozart's "The Marriage of Figaro":
Yes, I thought it seemed a little different. I think I prefer the Russian anthem. There is a wonderful piece in the film , 'Hannibal', by the Irish composer Patrick Cassidy which I love, 'Vide cor meum', 'See my heart'. The lyrics are from Dante's sonnet, 'La Vita Nuova', there was always a big move in Italy have Dante declared a saint. Personally I think these words refer to Contemplative prayer and its effects. 'To all besotted souls, my counterparts, to whom these verses come with a petition to write me what you think of my rendition: greetings in Love, the lord of open hearts. Already nearly over by a third were all those hours lit up by stars till morning, when Love appeared before me without warning. I shudder thinking what his presence stirred. It seemed that he was overjoyed in keeping my heart in hand, his arms a gentle bed for someone draped in silk—my lady sleeping. He woke her. And, respectfully, he fed that burning heart to her, who shook with dread. Then, as he turned to leave, I saw him weeping.'