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The first of my marimba solo pieces, the love I have for it becomes even bigger because it came to live thanks to another of my passions, dreams …
One morning I woke up with the images (still very present) of mist fading away, revealing me an immense and beautiful lake that called me, in between fear and curiosity for the secrets of it’s deeps, curiosity weight heavier and so I dove, and I found fantastic worlds, like a whale (that I maybe was) I swam to it’s deeps and went up in search for air and a liquid counterpoint, surrounding me … the lake showed me it’s secret and gratefully when I woke up paper and pencil joined me to translate this images in to sounds … in this instrument that even tough is wood, keeps in it’s roots liquid, making it vibrate … though, this may all be just a dream.
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It probably is.
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