My infatuation of the week is Ludovico Einaudi's "I Giorni." I've played and replayed it on YouTube a couple dozen times in the past two days.
It sounds and feels lyrical to me; its ebbs and flows seem like sweet words whispered between lovers; its lilts feel like the swirls and stretches of graceful ballet movements. It makes me want to dance, to twirl, to throw my head back and let my hair flow around me and feel light and graceful and loved.
Which makes it hilarious that I read the description of why a hippopotamus is the featured art for the YouTube version I've been listening to. Apparently, he wrote the song in response to a story he heard about a tribe in 13th century Mali that had taken a congregational liking to a hippo ... which then died. This beautiful song that has had me daydreaming of warm snuggles and sweet kisses and thrilling hearts?
... It's a lament for a medieval hippo.
Anyway.
