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CANTATE DEO
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    2013 - Cantate Deo (Alpha 535)
     


The Mirror


It reflects my image implacably. You cannot deceive the mirror, nor predict its verdict... 
Your youth is past, it seems to say; and yet I still recognize that half-smile it shows me; the lines on the face are the rivers of time. 
That smile tells me that time never flows backwards, but also that the past is the vehicle that carries me to the certainty of what defines the present. 
And what of the voice? And song? And the heart's response? 
What is he like today, that man I see reflected? Can he still be moved by a word, a musical phrase, a glance? 
A glance... 
As I silently converse with the reflected image, as my lips taste unspoken words,
​I feel the need for a friendly gesture towards that image that accompanies me faithfully through life and whose journey will cease when Nature wills it so. 
A song profound yet light and spontaneous, a secular song about an inward spirituality, a sharp response to the point "for a single voice, in dialogue". 

                                                                                   
​                                                                                          Rapallo, January 2013 

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