
"Scientists reflect and discuss about the difference between animals and humans, since long time ago. Also, scientists reflect and discuss on the difference between humans and humans, women and men, women and women... men and men.
One day in the last week, I spoke with a scientific friend about the subject. And he said me that the more interesting for him, not is the differences, but their similarities. He loves the music. And he finds the music appreciation that one interesting reference of similarity or nothing at all.
Last Tuesday, we meet in to the birthday party of one of my most musical friends. Then, in an unprecedented event at Grenoble, Brazilian and Colombian immigrants, students and scientists played samba, cumbia, forro... and mixed them. It's not easy when all people are immigrants. It's not easy when they share the same roots, the same great continent but also, the same appreciation by the music. But the music meetings.
Language was not a barrier. The sons of the drums, flutes, gaitas, and the centenarians African sons, mixed with "precolombian rhytms" and the Spanish and Portuguese songs build a new language. That day, European people danced with the iberoamerican immigrants. African, Asiatic too, the perfect union in a lost bar in the middle of the French Alpes.
My reflection, not like scientist, may be like a simple participant in these of the fantastic nights, is around the union makes by the music. In this city, there are dozen of Colombian and Brazilian people, and it is interesting how people know themselves, thousands of kilometers from America. We know in the exile. We are interested in the other, when we dancing, when we are not close of him... of their country, we are interested in the other when we are far. Also, we are interested in our roots, in our music... when we are far from ourselves.
I understand now, why the music is necessary to the life. Music arrives when there are all words... or any. When we forget... or we remember. The music unites us. The music makes us find when we are lost.
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