Dear Fran,
my painting teacher has de habit
of putting some music on classes and has the skill to choose the one we like to
all. It is usually a music that helps us to concentrate on what we are doing
and enjoy, at the same time of two arts, or rather, in the art of music,
because among all the classmates that we are in the workshop, we cannot say
that what we do is art.
I tell you, I was working with the palette knife and trying to reproduce
a flower I had seen in a video on my mobile. It is a red rose with two cocoons
on a bed of green leaves, when suddenly a song sounded that made me stop
painting and start listening to it. Coincidence?
The song talked about the people who at
one time in their life had, or have, a problem and how the singer, with great
sensitivity and no less sense of interpretation, recommended delighting in
insignificant, humble things, with something like a flower: a rose.
A rose! I thought for a moment that the
singer and I had been at some point in our lives feeling the same and that, by
chance or by things of fate, we had come back to coincide to; she with her
message, me, clumsily trying to compose the petals of my flower.
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| La Rose |
I did not know how much time had passed,
how long the melody lasted; Now -because I've searched the Internet- I know
it's just over four minutes, but it seemed to me that those minutes were more
than sixty seconds long, they seemed to lengthen me happily and I found myself more
and more cheerful, I would even say that I felt more generous. Do you believe,
dear friend, that it is nonsense? Am I a maudlin?
I
send you the link:
Y. a.
Mary
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