FILIPPO SORCINELLI Symphonie Passion Extrait 100 ml The journey within the journey. Dove in the North I have known the origin of a Music. Because only if your skin is crossed by the icy wind of this river, you can say that you too have played. Walking inside this wind, furrowing the stones scratched by unknown sounds and gathering yourself, silently in an almost impracticable condition. Improvisation is almost a silence in flames, sometimes without any reasoning in the most intense truth of a language... because the very act of improvising is evocative, without picturing feelings. Atom of love the sound, close to ourselves like its perfume, crazy wind that flows through the powerful and casual space of art. It is a music that has a line, worn by its true and essential values. It is the rediscovered language, the plant that needs thought to be great, the tree that speaks. It is the immediate truth of every man. Symphonie-Passion speaks to every time because it is intrinsically linked to a path, to a stone staircase of a bell tower that rises circularly towards an infinite tribune of sensations, which poetically engrave in the wood the name of the one who plays humble, but master who moves, who amazes and who marvels, in which every man should find himself to be aware of what he is. The engine starts, eager to lower the sound soaked in dusty woods and iron between the mathematical vaults of the marble, between the ears waiting for that unpredictable harmony that unleashes the illusion. This is the world of Music: letting yourself be dragged by the skin, by the smile and by the suffering, black tears of the Infinite. Like a cedar wood it moves the bank of the bottom, majestic and powerful, pungent like its leaves, and which it embodies musically, embraced by musk and sandalwood. Passing from the heart of Vetyver, involved together with Cachemeran, in a combination between ancient symbolic and modern technological. The Gregorian journey of Passion opens but concludes, the olfactory concert of Lemon and Peony, a union between truth and sweetness, between rupture and chromatic caress. Symponie-Passion, the humid cement of thought, a deep echo between the vaults that envelop, an insatiable balm that strides and welcomes. The sound matter rises, a vision of the artifact that summarizes the depth of a handcrafted melodic revolution, with the scented cloak of a step, light, aware of the revolution and the illusion, noble anarchy of the rule, elegant abandonment that elevates and suffers and that in the network of the musical idea transports us to an inhuman dimension dove art is incessant, it is irreducible to the relative. The ocean of sound engraves a signature in the perfume, like a chisel in the wood of a sound box, dove magmatic balances create ways to escape from what is weak. And the magic of no longer seeking one's own thought takes over, forgetting memory, remaining in the enigmatic threshold of self-annihilation without cal...
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