Music

It had always been something extra for me.

Number one I was raised in days where there was…

… only opera for me and ballet. I am not regretting it that first music I heard was in fact an orchestra. Real one… people playing on different instruments even pieces of grass, teaching me how to do it.

I was born in the past.

In weird country.

I had no my own disc man, Walkman… they were not invented yet when I was born… and then, there was such a huge amount of artists that did not need tapes. Oh yes we had tapes those days… and so fashionable now black rings… Yes, I am ancient. I was listening to the nature and music alive…

But with time, around my teen years I somehow established, that this what I love the most, is mostly movie music. Soundtracks and HIM… Ennio Morricone. Okay, Michael Kamen and Trevor Jones too, but Him…

Thanks to His music I taught myself how to feel and that feelings are good… and that often they should be hidden. Thanks to him and religion of Native Americans I survived a lot and now… there is no place for Natives, as I see, and No Morricone… Though, music is still here. Though books and stories are still here…

Thank you Maestro for music You created.

Thank you for shaping my soul.

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