THE ART OF SONG, vol.2
Between Sacred and Profane
“A rain is not just rain at the moment it falls. It began as water that the heat of emotions evaporated, a cloud that drifted along, gathering moments, wisdom, and affections. When it falls, it slides, bends into a riverbed, a field of cultivation, an arm of the sea, a mountain. It comes from so many lands. It is the memory of affections evaporating. Various times of listening and cultivation that, evaporating knowledge and other waters, came together into one or several clouds of ideas. Once fallen, it makes the ground more permeable to new plantings, new harvests, new waters evaporating, rising once more to the sky of what matters most.”
Amélia Muge
