japanoise

I went to a concert of traditional japanese music from the Edo period playd by a famous player with an instrument which is a string one called koto. I didnt open my eyes until the break came. It was magnificent. The music was almost transparent, yet so rich and so old. You could feel it, inside of you playing along with something in you, not knowing exactly what is that thing, tingling softly, giving you all these emotions. What a powerful emotion that was. I felt like conquering Japan again, longing to see this lost country so far from Europe and close to who we are in general - humans under the sun we all share. Sometimes I think that I am made of notes and half tones and pauses and I have a key, all you have to know, is how to play in it.