A friend tells me that he has discovered in his own skin that singing was invented to contain tears. The operatic The mystery of the imposition of the voice, that rarity, comes from here: it evades crying. He explains with bright eyes, I fear the worst, we don't know each other that well either. Apparently, lately he's been having bouts of crying and has stumbled upon the historic musical find by experimenting with himself. I know that crying is healthy - he says - but it's not easy to undress in the supermarket queue, there are people who feel uncomfortable. Or it is recommended. His voice takes on a nasal tone when he explains that his tears fell like peaches on the bench, in the toilet, in his boss's office. But now, with this singing, uuh, letting go of some imposed sound, if you notice that the tear is overflowing, it's better. I recommend it, if you feel like crying, you sing - let me go, like the alcoholic who wants to draw you into his world.
He explains to me that he came to the discovery by chance, through deep breathing that someone recommended to him as an evasive method. It was about diluting the crying forcefully letting go of the sighs of a lifetime but in a big way, like a whale in the middle of the ocean that expels despair in the tail of the supermarket. And one day a sound came out. A musical note as imposed and at the same time pure, uuh, that seemed to be the birth of a song. Uuh - repeats a little red -. I'm afraid he'll drop an aria in my face. And I take the initiative by introducing into the conversation another friend who, on the contrary, puts on videos of cats to cry.
There are people, I say, convinced that cats were invented to regain faith in life, in existence. This other friend of mine hooked on these feline videos, like so many people, says he watches one a day to regain what he calls hope. And ends up crying. It turns out that there are videos of kittens with which you risk the emotion getting the better of you. Not to mention a subset of uplifting stories where, for example, a dog with anxiety overcomes his problems thanks to the affection of a cat. Uuh, let go of the bright-eyed man. I think that these two friends will undoubtedly meet one day to sing together, each for his own thing, Rossini's Cat Duet, which is also not exactly Rossini's, but that's another matter.
