A sincere smile

Yes, today there was one of those moments that make my day in the end. Huuuuuh chulada! After being around 11 hours in the University and doing most of the time the god damned exercises of Machine Learning I decided to go downtown and walk a little.

After going to the bank and buying some train tickets I just was in the mood to walk. And thank God I did it! Right there in the exit of the U-Bahn station I started to hear some nice piano music. When I was already out, a guy was playing a big fucking piano in the streets. Yes, a grand piano! The guy was a long haired young man but he was playing really good and a bunch of people were around him. He was playing Chopin, I think.

I had to remove my earphones in order to enjoy it. The guy was really inspired and the people were there listening in this good moment right outside Galleria Kaufhaus in Marienplatz. After he finished a couple of songs I left in the direction of Stachus.

But in the way, even with my earphones back and with DLD at full blast, I could notice another great sound: Jazz. Fuck yeah! A jazz band was playing outside C&A and it sounded really good. The jazz was not so quiet and relaxing, it was more like a Cecil Taylor style, with the pianist hitting the keyboard with energy and creating crazy sounds through the wide scale of octaves.

It was a true improvisation session of jazz. They were playing each other with the melodies and giving some phrases every time, the trumpet and the Double Bass were playing with the rhythm and the sound was increasing until every instrument was giving a phrase, all together. The metric remained but the sound was suddenly working as a whole mass of orchestral-spicy-magic-frenetic jazz. The trumpeter came to the front and shaking the head gave 3 striking movement, in the fourth everyone stop in a spiral of punchy jazz.

Huuuuuuuuh chulada!

Everybody clapped and many people gave a coin. I gave mine and felt really good with it. Finally got some street jazz, at least. So, I got my earphones again and followed my path.

What is that? What am I hearing? Jazz? No. Blues? No. Orchestral? No.

I took my earphones out again. It’s instrumental!

The sound comes from ahead, I just kept walking and then found them. A Quintet was playing some of my favorites. The Double bass and the Cello were marvelous and the low tones were booming in my chest, all over my body. The sound was incredible.

Mozart jumped up and some Arias were played. No voices at all, those were substituted by instruments.

Finally comes the song that strongly bumped my heart: Nessun Dorma. Yeah, yeah, I know Paul Potts made it famous, but it’s different when you are there in the front and the song just starts with this impeccable an beautiful melody. The violin emulates the sound and the cello is the second voice as a duet. Suddenly the Double bass hits the low voices and the piano keeps the rhythm.

It grows and grows, becomes powerful and punches my body.

The woman in the violin turns violent and sentimental. It’s wild.

I can not notice it at the beginning, but I have it in the face: a sincere smile.

My heart is still bumping strong and with the same rhythm. Vinceròòòòò!! Vinceròòòòòòòòòòòòò!! I wanna shout the song along the melody until I burst my lungs and throat. I wanna scream and ease my fast beating, I just wanna get rid of everything with a final scream sounding through my body reaching the tip of my fingers, vibrating and shaking my arms and emptying the air out of me, I wanna close my eyes in an explosion of feelings and tastes, my teeth don’t touch each other because my mouth opens slightly in an instinctive movement previous to the scream. My eyes are wide open while I see the Quintet there, playing right in front of me. My fists get strong trying to hold the warm blood running in my fingers. I want it! I want it now!

The sound ends with an explosive Vincerò emulated by the instruments, and it remained, it kept there while my hands are banging giving the best possible applause. Yes, it is there, the sincere smile.

Yes, finally the streets of my beloved city made my day.

Vincerò, Munich, Vincerò.

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