Hi, hepepe! tks for listen the piece. When I listened to the a capella track from Lisa DeBenedictis, I thought about flowers and spring times, Avalon and all the pollinating stuff. And then a whole story emerges as an awaken dream: While she (The Demeter’s daughter) spreads her voice bringing life and calling the cuckoos and little living beings, there’s something out there, out of the tranquility of the woods, a fierceness power that twists a little the reality of Nature. This power travels in the waves from the sounds of the cities and then the virginal purity of her voice ends mixed up with them. So, the narcissus languish, the little beings perish and this “Heidi person”, kinda Maria Von Trapp character, emerges from a black hole in a dead tree and tries to blur the pure intentions of our heroin, adding reverbe to the voice and trying to put her wave frequency out of protection of woods. Fortunately, at the end of this story, the beauty of pythagoric extasis survives at the attempt to imprision the Cuckoo in a metallic and cold manufactured cage. The thematic-twisted fierceness power implodes itself and the Demeter’s daughter is still alive and pregnant of herself.

Thank you very much, ditto ditto!