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Have you ever sung in a beach? "Només hi ha premi"



This song "Només hi ha premi", is one year old. This is the reason why I have sung it again.
I sang this song in a beach. Have you ever sung in a beach? The sound of the waves is like a chorus. All in nature seems to smile. Sometimes I think that nature guides us, that takes care on us, and that feels happy when we do things it likes, as a mother, as a great soul that cuddles all the things.

Some people think that they must only do what they do well... That's a mistake. We don't need to sing very well to sing, we don't need to dance very well to dance, we don't need to do anything very well to do whatever we like. We must do things to enjoy, to feel alive, to express hapiness or fullness. Our acts have a great value on themselves, and not for being useful but for being funny, intense, deep... When we sing we don't compete against anybody; we express the joy of being alive, we express what we feel about some idea or experience.

Have you ever sung naked in a lonely beach? An special magic borns when the wind caresses your whole skin. You and the atmosphere are one, all is one, and you understand the white foam of the waves, the deep roar of the waves, the burning embrace of the sun... your voice thanks all the nature powers that love us. Sometimes I feel as if milions of lovely persons watch every action I do, as if an invisible power protect and guide my life and my luck. 

We are very lucky because we are alive, and a lot of possibilites appears in front of us. We must be brave to take these possibilities and to be free. To sing strongly and deeply because we are alive and because we are happy.


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