Music is a different matter.
Music is the nature itself, music is the world itself, music is the human body.
Only the sensibility to it may vary from one person to another. From one human being to another.
Returning, going back - in time - to the main idea and reason of this note about music. Should I rather call it "story". An unusual story.
I am falling for different kind of energy injections. Music is the vastest world - within the world. Mixing up with the madness of the waves in the ocean, sweeping the sand of the Sahara, uprooting the trees from the largest forests. This sound of the world is called music. Did you know?
As if I had just discovered one of the multiple facets of music ... did you know that you can make love with music? Do not get me wrong, what I am writing here is tricky to understand, overstand, and stand onto. Maybe I have to admit, all my boyfriends were musicians - if you are interested to know "my type", even though it is more something that I have observed afterwards as a common point between all the guys I've been with. - Let me go back to my point about making love with music. Of course everyone can make love and put some music as background and foreground, it is not what I meant obviously. No. Each instrument gives a special taste, a hint about who is the person, the way he plays, how he chooses his notes and the rhythm. A bass line and a drum kit do not provide the same sensations. You have the choice in between delicateness and hard beats; a poem rambling on your skin, sweet like the white wine. Eventually if you prefer, some more sensation, to get deeper and deeper down there, and to hear the slap of the foot onto the foot drum, the slap of your body onto his one, you can always choose the percussions out of the strings or the strings out of the drums. Whatever you might choose will however only tell you one thing, you are music as the world you live in is.