on the seventh day he feels the wind, or so he thinks initially, but the vibration of the waves brings consciousness, he is playing a Taqsim on a Mansur Ney, a flute played for 4,000 years. There is no place in this experience, his emerging consciousness is enveloped by the melody, which brings a wave of awareness._

he recognizes the mode, his senses begin to structure

the Arabic word maqam (literally "place") may have meant the place where the musician placed himself, to move later to the musical form itself. The Taqsim is the musical expression of the Maqāmāt mode, it follows a melodic progression, starting from the tonic of a Maqam. After the initial bars the improvisation is total and free, he feels that he can change place and landscape, as long as he returns to the place of departure._

his mind glimpses the spectrum of frequencies of the Taqsim, the roughness acquires touch, the sensations flow from his mouth to his hands, wind, sand, his body moves on the back of an animal. He is a Bedouin from the southern Sinai, the Mzina are his tribe. In the oasis that is beginning to form in their experience, they water the camels and sheep. They praise the spring and its sweet water, exclaiming for their animals to quench their thirst. As they pour the water, they accompany it with their voices _The Water, the fountain, pouring, thirst, tribe. A polyphony of intertwined Ney flutes, winds coming from reeds of different sizes, cut by the hands of the shepherds in the Atlas after drinking. Their consciousness melts between their fingers

darkness. Emerging like a drowning man breathing for the first time. Vertigo. The violent sound of sea water rushing into a boat. This time, all his senses bristle and he is able to experience a reality around himself, there are twelve people, he doesn't know who he is, a pregnant woman, a teenager, a child. They improvise their life journeys like Númidas with the distant sound of the Ney. Their consciousness oscillates from one place to another with the strong waves and the darkness as they cross the Strait of Gibraltar

water, anguish, salt, anxiety, a wave of sound capsizes the boat, silence, underwater frequencies. At the fourth watch of the night, Ulysses came to them walking on the sea. Fear. "fear not, I am your north," from his mouth he hears: "command me to come to you over the waters."_

silence

he feels his face and a rhythm that repeats, the face is not like others before, he wears a mask that covers his whole face. The rhythm is not his heart, it's sharper, someone knocks on a box. He feels that he is on the other side, he is part of the brotherhood of the Apostles of Puente Genil, it is the year 1956. Next to him someone sings heartbreakingly "where ...?

someone takes off his mask, he returns to the same place of departure._ keep reading...

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