La Balada del Viento y el Tiempo

«What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?»

The premise of the irresistible force paradox perfectly depicts Andres Guazzelli‘s new single “La Balada del Viento y el Tiempo” (trans. “The Ballad of Wind and Time”)

The piece, inspired by the poem “Размышления о ветре и времени” (trans. “Reflections on wind and time“) by Russian poetess Ann from Now Here, portrays the struggles of two monumental and transcendental forces: the Wind, fierce, untamed and unpredictable, and Time, immutable, unchanging, eternal.

The Wind, an unstoppable force, meets its match in Time, the immovable object. A hurricane becomes a breeze under Time‘s influence, despite its attempts to keep blowing.

Guazzelli‘s storytelling style of piano playing attempts to convey both the volatile nature of the wind and the steadiness and calmness of time, and their struggles to coexist until they ultimately accept and embrace each other.

Track credits:

Andres Guazzelli: Grand piano.

Recorded and mixed by Andres Guazzelli at REDRUM, Mar del Plata, Argentina.
Artwork by SanmartichArt, Mar del Plata, Argentina.

Produced by Andres Guazzelli

Reflections on Wind and Time

(Adapted to English)

The fusion of two vastly different phenomena. The steadiness of time and the suddenness of wind. Wild element and continuity. What happens when they meet? Can they be together? Time flows and will flow forever. It is everywhere, so delicate, perfect, simple and wise. Time simply is. The Wind is instantaneous: it appears and then it is gone. You cannot keep up with it; it is impossible to find.

Wind comes only to seek shelter and escape from loneliness. Despite its tremendous strength and bravery, it is always alone. Homeless. Time it’s its place to soothe down, at least for a moment. Time is measured, steady and calm. It placidly waits for the wind to dissolve in it. But then, time is destabilized; it slows down, it speeds up, it freezes. Time loses its objectivity. And the wind, surrendered, transmutes from a hurricane into a gentle breeze. These precious moments of breeze, in which wind and time reunite; a surge of energy so strong it could split the sky in half.

They want to be together and could be together, but wind has to leave, again. It is in its nature. Time is free of everything except of itself. The energy within its core is stronger than itself. The wind is torn apart, worn out. Reaching out for peace yet not finding any. It needs Time again: its greatness and immensity. Time has no need to rush nor deviate. There is only one path for it, and it is constant, steady. Time is always waiting; it knows how to wait. It needs the wind to ultimately feel alive.

They should be together. They need each other. Together, they are one. Together, they are invincible. Steadiness and perpetual motion. They are perfect together. They are perfect.

Ann from Now Here