That's how it began.
That day I was sleeping, and at one point the dream started. I heard a melody, a violin solo melody, beautiful and intense. I didn't know where it came from until I realized that I was me. ¡I was playing! I never had a violin near me and now I knew to play it. And I played easily, perfectly, with no doubts, no mistakes. I felt a perfect happiness, a bliss, an immense joy. And It was the sound of my soul. How much time? I don't remember, may be one hour, may be five minutes.
Then, I woke up. For a few seconds I still thought I knew to play.
It was not real, and I never would feel again that immense joy .
Next morning, talking with my girlfriend, Pilar:
- Me: emmm, I want a violin.
- Pilar: what?
- Me: a violin.
- Pilar: A violin? for what?
- Me: to make an sculpture… I wanna play! what else?
- Pilar: Are you crazy? you are 26 years old, don't you know?
- Me: yes, I remember that date…
- Pilar: "An old parrot can not learn to speak" (this is a stupid spanish saying).
- Me: That's only a stupid spanish saying! (I told you). By the way, my birthday is next week
- Pilar: So?
- Me: it would be a great present, ehem...
- Pilar: Forget it.
- Me: Please! I need it! you don't know how I need it! I have no enough money!
- Pilar: yeahhhh, of course, everybody needs a violin…
- Me: ohh, please!
- Pilar: It's absurd, you'll leave in a month. NO.
Next week she gave me a violin, and I coudn't believe it
- Pilar: Find a teacher. Now. And please, practice away from me.
And I did it.
And sometimes, some days, I am close to feel the same emotion that I dreamed. And thats the most important thing to me, I know where I'm going. I know exactly when I am playing well, because, at that moment, I remember that night, that dream, I come back to those sensations, to that perfect moment.
Please, forgive the mistakes, are the fault of Google translations, my english is perfect :P
Is the Bach's Chaconne the best piece for violin solo ever written? I think so. I never get tired of listening.
And I never get tired of (try) playing it.
And I love the Gidon Kremer version.
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