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On the infinite canvas of silence, drops of a piano fall, brushing circular figures of sounds. Notes come to life, gain identity, recognize each other, call out to each other, embrace, now certain of being free, alive. They are united by a free embrace, a circular vibration that empties the concept of a note of its meaning. A musical singularity, a flower of sound petals opens in imperceptible variations that blend, generating harmony bound by an increasingly less invisible noisy soul, daughter of the circular drops of sound that paint an infinity on one of the possible canvases of silence, disturbed by a low vibration that imperceptibly fully immerses itself into the mechanics of sound.
The beauty is of a unique simplicity, we make it complicated by uselessly trying to capture a free sound that is an anticipation that transforms moments into a pleasure that gently dissolves. 40 minutes
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By fpugli
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