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Songs
Humming songs. Feeling songs. Hearing songs.
Getting songs. Talking by way of music. It is a
tried and tested tell-me-what-you-feel method. A
husky female voice sings ‘Who’s taking care of
you’ and tells me a story. The words are part
one, the sounds part two. They work their way
deep inside me. Reach a place where doors
normally stay closed. Music opens the soul. It’s
a cliché , but clichés may be said. And must
sometimes be silenced. I enjoy clichés. In every
respect. Nobody wants a cliché, but they are
pretty when you hold them against the light.
Transparent and fragile like a child with an
endearing smile. Sugarsweet love-songs slide by
hundreds of Christmas lights. Candles are lit.
The open fire is lit. And songs. They carry me
along Mediterranean roads. Far away from the
cold. Far away from shawls and fur collars. Cold
gets no chance to nestle in the billowing waves
of music.
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Written on 20 December 2011 |
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