Beloved songs are like old friends, and I ran into one the other day: the Song of Corleone from Godfather, Brucia la Terra. The song is a Sicilian ballad from the town of Corleone in Sicily. It was Michael Corleone’s favorite, as it reminded him of his first wife, Apollonia. That familiar lyric and melody, like a good story teller, brought me right into the idyllic Sicilian countryside of the movie, the beginning of everything.
A song from the past can suddenly melt your heart, like the plot from the movie Godfather, flipping up like screen shots. It is The classic movie, shows that the charm doesn’t have to shine from out appearance, how the reserved and humble elegance can explode into a volcano, the real storm often disguises as peacefulness.
Al Pacino’s acting is like a textbook, naturally cool, sharp and preserved, especially when his daughter, Mary was killed. That cry in silence penetrates any daughter or father’s heart. That is the genuine sound of silence.
The right music has such power, can reach and release the knot deep in your soul. Churning and spinning, twisting into a feeling, spreading out, lingering with sorrow and passion, framed with your own mind’s pictures. It resonates with your heart, the music flow out from your soul like spring.
Anything from the past, even sad, eventually becomes beautiful, warm with your own temperature, those pieces chip together to shape up your life memory. How and what you remember shapes the way you are.
Enchant yourself with your favorite music, like raising a glass of wine to toast the setting sun, the glittering glass sharing the same dreamy hue as the rosy sky, maybe in the open land of Monument Valley, maybe in the deep gorges of the Canyon de Chelly….. Then store them carefully into your mind’s safe, deep into your heart.