I know a whale. A humpback whale.
He's sad and nasty and bitter and patient.
He knows music.
Ask him. Ask them. Whales are more than musicians.
They are musical
historians.
He's heard every new breath.
Every last breath.
Every carnival.
Every
slaughter.
Every harvest moon.
Every underground experiment.
He knows where sailors and slaves went to lay down among corals and
abysses.
Where crystal towers used to stand up with arrogance.
Where the
next glaciers will grind their melodies.
He misses his mermaid.
He misses his tribe.
So he listens.
He's sad and nasty and bitter and patient. He knows
music.
He guides me well.
His songs are weaved inside this story.
This story is also their story.
They're also here for the healing.
Men Without Shadow has moments of silence reserved to the songs of
a pod of orca whales.
You can hear them now as you go through the story.
One channel for the sacred.
Satellite Channel.
Internet Channel.
For the movie.
The DVD.
The flat screen wall during nap time
in the kindergarden.
Enjoy.
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