And there it was again that clear single, soft note of the cornetto: A song of lament, once placed on that list for good reason as it is bursting with Corsican passion; so heartstakingly beautiful that you feel the sorrow, even if you do not understand the language.
The associative mind, apparently, can work its way through memories and general knowledge – linking them, crossing continents and centuries, to finally land where the music starts.
This gavotte is hypnotically beautiful, it cheered me up tremendously, and proves that seventeenth century composers were the rockstars of their time.
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