“The morning was, therefore, a mixture of a plenitude of densities, from the presence of the placid birds, to the mundane premonition, to the spring of small glisters which accompanied that autumnal rain. The music, in a simple whistle, recreated a new universe with the parish and all the hearts that were witness to it- padre, pigeons, swallows, the world!- were clothed in a new carnivalesque colouring: a celebration from within.” UniverseSoundMusicMorningRainProseCelebrationHeartsAfrican AuthorsSpiritual ExperienceParishWhistleAutumnal Book:The Whistler Source: The Whistler
“The sound circulated like an autonomous being whose tentacles needed to experience a sensitive awareness of the terrain.” SoundMusicWhistlingWhistleTentacle Book:The Whistler Source: The Whistler