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Let the fairytale narration of the ocean song leads you to discover the wealth of your voice
Andrea did not sing for the ears, never; Andrea sang for the places. We could say that Andrea was never out of place, because every place made him a friend creating them a song, a song made on purpose, for him or for her. For Andrea, every room, whether it was empty or full, whether it was large or tiny, whether it was an office, a loft, a catape, a car, a crumbled wall, had a voice; A voice that Andrea found, imitated, intoned and sang.
Sometimes, if he had a lot to think about, he had fun finding the song of the stones, to each his own! But more than all he liked to find the song of the trees, with their hot stamp full of harmonics.
Thus, Andrea knew how to sing the voice of every place that lived around him, and knew that everyone was different, and shorts could not be resorted to. And when he had now given a song to everything around him, he decided to travel: and new spaces, new objects, new nature, other streets, other roads; Everything for Andrea was a new song to listen to in those voiceless things, and to be able to sing it out, to everyone. At every step, a new thing to sing, a voice to invent, without phrases or words, only phonemes and verses, which are the voice of nature.
One day Andrea, while continuing his journey, saw that nature was gradually stripping: soon there was no longer the grass, the water streams had disappeared, and the trees had made less dense and florid, so many 'It is that Andrea had struggled to hear his voice under the cortex, and then singing it weaken weaken with a very fragile stamp.
And it was soon deserted, where every sand of sand had a tiny and pointed voice at the same time; And every now and then the presence of some rock made him vent with a wider and more rauco stamp. The days and nights passed, in which that landscape was repeated incessantly, until suddenly a sound, never heard, caught him off guard. However, he still saw nothing, he stretched out, and the sound grew with volume.
Very bly, but under his feet the sand changed nuance, until a horizontal line marked the border, and in his place a new desert, a live desert began: Andrea had come to the ocean.
And, unlike all the things he had sung so far, the ocean had a voice away, indeed: more than one, a thousand voices; He drew, roar, cradled, healed, and foiled with frothy and vitreous sounds. Andrea remained one day and a whole night to listen to him, to take his voice. The second day, finally, Andrea felt ready: he sang a poignant song, of large notes, from the most serious to the most acute, with the scratched stamp, as dirty from salt. But it wasn't enough, and the sea doesn't like it.
The next day he tried a velvety song, with a discreet stamp; But the sea doesn't like that either. The fourth day then tried a very strong song, with a clean and toning stamp, to underline the strength of the waves; But even this song did not satisfy the ocean, which had not only that voice, or that of yesterday, or day before. For several days, Andrea continued to try, to invent stamps, modulate the sound, to find the voice of the ocean. But the latter was never satisfied.
One evening, exhausted, Andrea fell asleep on the sand without knowing what he could have invented tomorrow. But tomorrow he spoke before him: it was a sweet and sweet singing that awaken him. Not far away, a siren was placed on a rock near the shore that looked at him and sang. Andrea got up and approached her ...
La Sirena: Andrea, you have traveled all over the world, you found the voice for everything and for every place
Andrea: But I can't find the ocean voice
The siren : because the ocean has one and a thousand voices, which you cannot take them all together, all at once. We sirens sing with the ocean from all life, and we are so many because so many are his sounds. The ocean, Andrea, is like you, and like all other human beings: made of a single and irreplaceable stamp, like a digital imprint; But so many sounds live there, so many nuances that you never stop discovering them. The ocean does not answer you because he cannot be caged, and send me because he wants to tell you that, after tasting the stamp of all the things you have known, now you have to discover your voice. And then you will never stop singing it and discovering it with the same joyful restlessness with which the ocean sings every day
A small fairytale story to make an escape in the imagination, and focus on the importance of grammar - even the elementary one - of singing. In this case, the invitation is to focus on the wealth of one's voice, too often closed in blind constraints and alleys, in expressive walls; And it is like looking with the bonters: shades of such an intimate and unique organ are lost. The wealth of our stamp is a force to experience; A limb not to leave dormant, but to be sprouted.
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