The incident made me
realize how much I've changed during these last months. When I was working on
my singing career, and was subject to certain precautions, the idea never would
have come to me to dive right into cloudy water and go make friends with an
unknown animal. But on that morning I
hadn't been working for more than three months, and I was already doing all
sorts of things that had been
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almost unimaginable before, things that even I sometimes found surprising.
While I was swimming with my Siren, a flood of memories crashed through my head, clear, precise images of my childhood, of summer, of happiness.
I was eight, nine, ten
years old. I was on a picnic with my brothers and sisters in the Laurentides or
in Lanaudiere, just north of
And then I forgot all about it, carried away by another dream of being a singer, a dream that left room for nothing else in my life. A few years later, when I got my first pay as a singer, my thoughts were already elsewhere. Instead of a horse, I bought myself a pair of high heels.
Now, twenty years later, it was all springing forth from my memory. That horse I never bought and never thought about again, the light of summer, the freshness and the smell of the Laurentides rivers and lakes, the fragrance of the earth and of cut hay. Again I saw the path that we took to get down to the river, the overturned canoe on the beach, the laughter of my sisters, the thick trees my brothers dove from, the pebbles, the sand, the raspberry bushes that scratched our legs, the crackling of burning branches in the fires we made during evenings on the shore. And all of us singing together late into the night, watching shooting stars and northern lights.
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