Repertoire
Ni un alma
Prisoners of our souls, we do not understand that we alone our responsible for our own conditioning and enchaining. The captured soul, caged, represented by a space described in eight lines of tension.
The she-thief, always expectant, always lying in wait, represented by a deceitful terrain, seeking to confuse us, hoping to take possession of our very souls. The music, her most intimate lament, represented by a journey the cello makes to the deepest depths of our entrails. We can always find a way out of these prisons of our own making perhaps if we reflect upon what we – what our souls – truly hold dear.
Jin Taira
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La ladrona siempre expectante, al acecho, representada en un campo de engaño, esperando confundirnos, esperando tomar posesión de nuestras almas.
La música, en su lamento más íntimo, representada en el viaje que realiza el chelo a nuestras entrañas.
Siempre podemos encontrar un punto para salir de nuestra propia prisión: quizás si piensas en lo que realmente a(l)mas.
Jim Taira
