Godere con le "vibrazioni" scaturite dalle arti.
La "Voce",  puo' essere paragonata all'arte, che ci fa
sentire vivi e ci fa tremare...l'espressione delle infinite emozioni dell'anima manifestate
attraverso la danza, il canto, la pittura, la poesia etc...Esternazioni che rendono
i nostri sentimenti immortali, perche' si fermano/immortalano nel tempo nelle opere che l'autore
produce e ritornano in vita ogni volta che qualcuno le sfiora...

La voce di un cantante crea emozioni/vibrazioni,
e cosi' anche il testo della sua canzone,
la musica che accompagna la sua opera,
le immagini...
Testi, musiche, immagini, danze  etc...
Tutte emanano vibrazioni che creano emozioni dentro di noi...

Antichi canti Aztechi
Self-sacrifice

I polish jades
sparkling in the sun.
On the paper I am putting
feather of the green and black bird.
I know the origin of songs:
I only arrange the gold-coloured feathers,
it is a beautiful song!
I, the singer, weave precious jades,
show how the blossom open.
With this I please,
The lord of the Close and Near.

I inhale the perfume,
My soul become drunk
I so long for the place of beauty
the place of flower,
the place of my fulfillment,
that with flowers, my soul is made drunk.

I appear in this flower court,
pictures blossoms: they are my drums
My words are songs
Flowers are the misery I created.

It will be spoken of when I have gone,
I shall leave my song-image on earth
my heart shall live
it will come back,
my memory will live and my fame
my song is heard and flourishes
My implanted word i sprouting
our flowers stand up in the rain
the cocoa flower gently opens his aroma
the gentle peyote falls like rain.

As a yellow maize I am born
The many colored flower of living flash rises up
and opens his glistering seed before the face of our mother.
In the moisture of Tlalocan, the quetzal water plants open their collars.
I am the work of the only God, his creation
Your heart lives in the painted page
you sing the royal fibers of the book
you make the princes dance
there you command by the water's discourse.
He created you,
he uttered you like a flower
he painted you like a song:
a Toltec artist.
The book has come to the end;
your heart is now complete.