A friend tells me that he has discovered in his flesh that singing was invented to hold back tears. The operatic. The mystery of the imposition of the voice, that rarity, comes from there: it evades crying. He explains it with sparkling eyes, I fear the worst, we don't know each other that well either. Apparently, lately he's been having crying spells and he's found the historical musical discovery by experimenting with himself. I know that crying is healthy, he says, but it's not easy to collapse in line at the supermarket, there are people who get uncomfortable. Or it is contagious His voice takes on a nasal tone as he recounts that tears fell like peaches on the bench, in the sink, in his boss's office. But now, with the singing, uuh, releasing some false sound, if he notices that the tear duct is overflowing, it's better. I recommend it to you, if you feel like crying, you sing – he lets me go, like the alcoholic who wants to attract you to his world -.
He explains to me that he came to the discovery by chance, through a few deep breaths that someone recommended to him as an evasive method. It was about diluting the crying by releasing sighs of a lifetime, but in a big way, like a whale in the middle of the ocean that expels its despair in the tail of the supermarket. And one day a sound came out. A musical note as if imposted and at the same time pure, uuh, that seemed like the birth of a song. Uuh –repeat a little red–. I'm afraid I'll drop an aria to my face. And he took the initiative by introducing another friend into the conversation who, on the contrary, puts on videos of cats to cry.
There are people, I say, convinced that cats were invented to restore faith in life, in existence. This other friend of mine who is hooked on these cat videos, like so many people, says that he watches one a day to regain what he calls hope. And he ends up crying. It seems that there are videos of kittens with which you risk being overcome with emotion. Not to mention a subset of uplifting stories where, for example, a dog suffering from anxiety overcomes his problems thanks to the affection of a cat. Ooh, let go of the bright-eyed man. I think that without a doubt these two friends will meet one day to sing together, each for their own reasons, Rossini's Cats Duet, which isn't exactly Rossini's either, but that's another topic.
