“Musicians do not retire. They stop when they run out of the music within them.” – Louis Armstrong

This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard. But it’s not only for musicians. I think you and I will be happy, when we stop, we have exhausted all the notes within our soul, we have made ​​all the symphonies, fado, rock, and every kind of music in every circumstance of our lives.

I think we’re all in the conservatory, to learn how to put out there the music within us, to give it daily expression, until one day we squeeze the last note and finish fulfilled and happy.

Can you imagine the weight it would be to end with a soul full of lullabies songs that were not sung and to be listening to the cries of the children, or with a chest full of love songs and lament not having or being loved? Or even worse, imagine ending with a happy waltzes flying inside you, but never had expression while you hear the cries of a world that grieves?

Discover your symphonies, dig deep, clean your ears, clear them, and hear your music.

And then give it expression, every day, every day.

– Don’t end your day without having manifested all of the day’s notes, don’t get up in the
morning without having all the melodies sung from that night.

– That no song yours stays unsung, no talent without expression because that is the purpose of your life: playing your instrument so sublimely, as only you can and make this orchestra that is the world a place tuned by angels.

Maybe it’s time to go get your old talents and dreams and work twards them,

maybe it’s time to lose the (false) modesty and jump into the spotlight to interpret your piece as a soloist.

It’s not about you or your ego, but to return to the world what does not belong to you, it was only borrowed to you to make you happy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

when it runs the music within them.” – Louis Armstrong

This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard. But not only musicians. I think you and I will be happy, when we stop, we have exhausted all the notes within the soul, we have made ​​all the symphonies, fado, rockadas, pimbalhadas and every kind of music in every circumstance of our lives.

I think we’re all in the conservatory, to learn how to put out here
music dance within us, to give it expression daily, until one day
squeeze the last note finished and fulfilled and happy.

Can you imagine the weight that would end with a soul full of lullabies sung and not to be listening to the cries of the children, or with a chest full of love songs and lament not having or being loved? Or even worse, imagine ending waltzes happy to fly inside you, but never had words while listening to the cries of the world that grieved?
Discover your symphonies, digs deep, clean ears, clears the ear, and hear your music.
And then give it expression, every day, every day.

– Not finished you one day without having manifested all day’s notes, not chords
morning without having all the melodies sung that night.

– That no song to sing your stay, no talent blankly because that is the purpose of your life: playing your instrument so sublime, as only you can touch and make this orchestra is the world a place tuned by angels.
Maybe it’s time to go get your old talents and dreams and trabalhares about them,

maybe it’s time to lose the (false) modesty and jump into the limelight for interpretares your score as a soloist.

It’s not about you or from your ego, but to return to the world what they do not belong to you, you was only borrowed to make you happy.

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