Hobookan - Digital art gallery

Hobookan is in mourning, I am in mourning. In mourning for wisdom. In mourning for pure and sincere friendship. In mourning for love. In mourning for honor. In mourning for justice. Everywhere on this earth, the human soul is mistreated by tortured minds. Follies proudly claimed. Unconfessed faults. Unfulfilled regrets. Atrophied hyperbolic egos. Humans, old Sapiens, you perpetrate everything that is ugly. Everything that frightens. Everywhere. You destroy everything. As much as your dried-up hearts can absorb, vampirize everything that shines, everything that attracts chattering magpies. Your daily actions are the reflections of your lives. Meaningless. Empty of love. Empty, you are empty and you are proud of it! You distort everything. Absolutely everything. Patrick Courbin A.K.A Hobookan

The music I like

Music gives soul to our hearts and wings to thought.
Platon

There is so much musics that have accompanied me on my earthly adventures. Marvellous invention, if ever there was only one, of humanity! Discover another part of my soul, in music this time.

Music for me is much more than simple harmony; it is the divine means of regulating the sometimes too tumultuous energies that circulate within me.

It often matches the gentleness of my soul, enveloping my thoughts in a soothing melody. Sometimes it becomes tumultuous, warlike, passionate, reflecting the passion of my spirit and giving voice to my most intense emotions.