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June 24, 2009
Certainly, whatever happens, there is the music, that will remain. The moody melodic stairs were first, the world was still cold then, listened to that one again and again until it all started, and the snow was falling. Then there were the dances, the five provinces, the acordeons and pifferi when the snow was melting, and later the southern tones that 'spaccano tutto'. Then the pounding drums and the techno intensity of chacra meditation, still make me explode, helped to live through the grey. Finally, the mad Finnish female choirs, a solitary finding, that one. Oh music, make me smile.