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The Festival
Submitted by: RSV
Italy, ITHello guys!
First of all, I have to say, that as you recommended me, I read the book! Yes! “The Power”!! WOW! My God! Beautiful, incredible, breathtaking! The Power is definitely a life changing book. Thank you very much for your recommendation. I see everything in a different way now because now I feel constant love. So much love, that a story from the past, a good one, came to my mind last night and I decided to tell you guys.
In 1988 or 1989, one of those years, I was at the time studying music, and every year there was a music contest looking for new composer talents. Many people were writing songs and sending them to a jury, who were going to select, out of many, the best ten songs. Those best ten selected songs were given to different music orchestrators, who were going to arrange them and put them in the hands of a big band, which was just made for the biggest event of the city. I’m referring to Puerto Padre, in the province of Las Tunas, Cuba; the place were I used to live back then, and the event which I’m referring to was called Festival “Villa de los Molinos,” because the city of Puerto Padre used to be, in the past, a city with lots of those big fans that get water from the ground, using energy form the wind. I used to live in another city close to Puerto Padre, called “Chaparra”. It was fourteen kilometres away and I always heard about that contest which always captivated my attention.
One good day, I heard about the festival. Everybody was talking about it, and something inside myself said, in a very sure way: “This year I’m going to send a song and win the first prize.” But, there was a little problem. The deadline to send songs was going to be the next day and I didn’t have my song written! That same day, because I was in Puerto Padre, I spoke with the person who organized the festival and in a very convincing way, I asked him, Was it possible to give me until the next day in order to bring my song, which I hadnt yet composed? He looked at me, and said, “You haven’t written the song yet and you think you will write it in one night? And I answered, very happily and excited, Yes! I will! For which he said, “Okay.”
That same night, while back in my city, I went to visit my (at that time) girlfriend and told her that I needed to leave earlier because I was going to write a song to win the contest. I don’t know what she thought about that, but I was so excited about the song I was about to write, that I kissed her and left to the closest place to my house with a piano. Just like now, I perfectly remember going into the concert room of the museum, where the piano was. I can still feel the love in the room, or inside myself. I sat down with a piece of paper and the piano, and I wrote a song with no scribbles, like as if someone was dictating the lyrics and the music to me. Everything came flawlessly. Then I reordered it in a tape machine.
The next day, I happily brought the song to the guy, and the whole thing started… I mean, the song was selected to be orchestrated, going to the festival, etc. Long story short, the song won the first prize at the Festival. I guess it’s how much love we put into the things we do. It’s how much love with put in everything.
Love you Rhonda and love you guys!
Ruben.
“Poverty consists in feeling poor.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)