when I was in 2nd year we received a note in the class whether they wanted to be part of a choir. She was a sister who was going to be our director and the whole way free. At the time, as now, finding free activities do not present themselves often. Like that would be after school at a rate of once or twice a week, I asked my mother if I could join. To my amazement, she said yes for me and my little sister. I was filled: I was going to sing!
I will always remember the smile and air of this angelic sister. She was called as Alice ... in Wonderland! She handed us sheets with songs written on it and taught us some songs. Folk songs, regional and religious. It was easy: she sang and we had to "copy" the same tune after. I've always had the ear hearing it was very easy for me. But to know that I was the only girl singing in high-pitched me one placed in an enviable position in the choir. We sang at Mass on a voluntary basis and I found the silence of the churches and the wonderful relationship with the divine. I know it's weird to read but for me it was the only place I was left in peace and that I appreciated. For the first time in my life, I felt that this shrill little voice could turn into something beautiful and melodious. Even today, I am a soprano in a chorus of female voices.
MUSIC ... is the most beautiful childhood memory I have. During this hour and a half, everyone was my friend (s). For me, it was time for the truce, it was the time when everyone did that. I fell asleep with the music, I woke up with music and my father was a musician who has always rocked these songs came out of nowhere. I always liked taste underground ...
I sing always: to calm me, to entertain me, to pass time in traffic, to teach my children. And as that gentle sister Alice of my childhood, I do it with a smile and inner peace.
I do not know if she knows how all the influence it had in my life but I just want to say one thing:
THANKS!
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