One Art (written by Elizabeth Bishop)

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

Ladybird died on the windowsill.
Too much cold.
Wish to pay a tribute to it.
But I can't.
Too much tired.
I'm going to sleep.
Now.

London St Paul hostel's window

British Library's toilet

Victorian times along the river Thames

Victorian Times

Mirror found in a XIX century primary school in Wales.

Music

"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. "

Lorenzo in W. Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice, Act 5, Scene 1

I don't know if it's true but I like it.

I also like Chopin Polonaise Op. 53 played by Horowitz. First time I listened to it I was 6 years old. Chopin Polonaise entered my heart and when this kind of things happens there's nothing that you can do because you're captured.

Are you ready to be captured?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZGi49Bnghs

For comparativists, this is Pollini's version.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhqcC1XA2cw