The same song has been playing in my headphones for the last hour: In and Out Love by Evgeny Khmara (Piano solo). I feel like the aura that I've found so far inside this hall that has more than four walls suddenly changes color and shape.
When you are filled with love and peace, sometimes the wind of that excitement brings you all the human misfortunes and confronts them you. This must be proof of how a few notes I found in the calm atmosphere of the piece took my contemplation to the peak. With the tone of the song, the energy balls in the air start to change color one by one, and as they are blown back and forth in the room, they start to bring the dust scatter to me for me to breathe. As I breathe, Khmara presses the keys, each note seems to create its own universe. I blend the universe of each note with my breath. It doesn't seem to end; it has taken me right to the center.
I remember dinners accompanied by warm winds in my childhood. When my mind hadn't yet been hacked...when the world was chocolate, swimming, and magic…when I could see the sun in every season and find magical universes in the shape of every falling snowflake…when I could savor every meal I ate and every bite I swallowed…
When even the sounds of birds landing on tree branches were more natural... When they had not surrounded me with poisonous bars when they had not washed my brain with their fake history, when they had not planted distorted, crippled seeds in my mind...........