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Rating: Sometimes, too many times, words are a brake, another sound, a barrier that prevents you from flying freely.
La Monte Young, Sonic Boom, other kindred names. Circumferences distant in time, meeting to trace the infinite. Free minds suspended in the imagination of distant generations yet kindred in sensitivity shot into the Void.
Father and son. Vibrations always in a continuous millimetric transformation into new forms, daughters of the previous movement of sound atoms.
Close the heart to words and simply let yourself go in a flow of harmonies.
Pleasure, Imagination, Infinite Freedom where you see no beginning and no end.
The simplest thing in this Our life.
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