A floating progress into changing rooms. Textless, not even meaning words, meaning nothing other than oneself. The voice, quasi unprotected, emerges per se. Use of minimal musical material. Lucid. Crystalline. Silently sparkling. Inwardly glowing and fulfilled, an echo of this getting only through the outside. Only one real liven up, then, in a roundabout way, again returning to the beginning. To remove oneself and return, circling in itself. Molto sensibile, fragile e respirando. The conclusion like a siren-like swan song.