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I'LL PAINT YOU A RAINBOW

I'll paint you a rainbow
To hang on the wall
To brighten your heart
When the gray shadows fall.

On a canvas of joy
Outlasting the years
With a soft brush of
Sweetness to dry all your tears.

I'll paint you a rainbow
With colors of smiles
That glow with sincerity
Over the miles.

On a palette of words
I will tenderly blend
Tones into treasures
Of sunlight and wind.

I'll paint you a rainbow
That reaches so wide
Your sights and your sorrows
Will vanish inside.

And deep in the center
Of each different hue
A memory fashioned
Especially for you.

So lift up your eyes
For suspended above
A rainbow designed
By the fingers of love.

From my lips to yours,

ELAINE

 The Enchanted Forest by the Temple of the Moon

A true story, by Antonio Esteban

Some resent Europeans for stealing the gold and land of Native Americans… but something even more important was taken away… their magic…

I am aboard the beat up old bus that goes to Pachacamac, just south of Lima not far from the ocean.  As always, I have my guitar with me, the ride is noisy and bumpy, not quite what tourists like.  Somehow my long hair and poncho make me more acceptable among the native passengers who don't really appreciate people from the city.  The driver announces the destination, stops and I get off. It is late afternoon.  The abandoned ruins of an ancient culture stand in front of me…quiet, still magnificent and lonely.  I head for the Temple of the Moon, with its maze of mysterious labyrinths.  The Temple is the only structure of the city that has resisted the ravages of time and remains almost intact. With a sense of awe, I wander through the passages and patios until I arrive to the exit that leads to the vast cypress forest.  It is clear that the ancient Pachacamac people had chosen this site for a special reason...  All is silence and solitude.  The air is filled with aromas from the trees and the sea.  I sit and start playing my guitar, the notes ring clear and undisturbed…suddenly I hear their laughter, like mischievous giggles that reverberate throughout the forest.  When I raise my head I can see them, or what they allow me to see, because they only show themselves for a second to then hide playfully behind the trees…I keep strumming while their laughs surround me, getting closer and closer.  They are transparent bodies of a  luminescent substance that glitters amidst the rays of sun  filtering through the foliage…they move to my with my music as a magical dancers.  I am aware of the wonderful gift I'm receiving yet I am not surprised, as if I had always known they existed.  The feeling is increasingly joyful as the music reaches a crescendo and their voices make  fantastic harmonies; there is love all around me in a moment that seems to freeze in time and last forever, a moment that I can still live today…

ENGLISH

I'm interested in finding out how different people first became aware of music. For some, as in my case, it happened before I even knew what the word MUSIC meant. 

The first sounds that capture my attention and reached deep inside of me where two pieces: Enrique Granado's (Spanish composer) "Spanish Dance 5" and Tchaicovsky's "Waltz of The Flowers". I liked them so much I even invented lyrics for these instrumental pieces!  Funny that both are supposed to be  "educated music"... which comes to prove how wrongly that term is used by elitist people that feel superior to others because they " only listen to Classical..." A five year old loved them just as much, and perhaps felt them even more, without   having much "education"...Music is a universal language, beyond what genre it belongs to, and no one has the right to discriminate against others on the basis of musical taste. There..s just one music for all.

Dear subscribers, how did you discover music?

ESPAÑOL

Estoy interesado en averiguar de que manera diferentes personas adquirieron conciencia de la música por primera vez. Para algunos, como en mi caso, esto sucedió antes de saber lo que la palabra MUSICA significaba.

Los primeros sonidos que capturaron mi atención y me tocaron muy dentro fueron dos piezas: La "Danza Española 5" del compositor español Enrique Granados y el "Vals de Las Flores" de Tchaicovsky.  ¡Me gustaron tanto que hasta invente letras para estos temas instrumentales! Es curioso que se supone ambos  pertenecen al género de la "música culta"...lo cual demuestra lo incorrectamente que se usa este término por parte de gente elitista que sienten superiores a los demás porque "sólo escuchan música Clásica".   Un niño de 5 años los apreció tanto, y tal vez los sintió aún más, sin tener mucha "cultura"...la música es un lenguaje universal, más allá del género al que pertenece, y nadie tiene el derecho de discriminar contra los demás basándose en sus gustos musicales. Sólo hay una música para todos.

Querido lector, ¿Cómo descubriste la música?