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Griselda (Visualizer), in F Major

Griselda (Visualizer), in F Major #DeepThoughts #EmotionalJourney #PhilosophyOfLife #LessonsLearned #ReflectiveWriting #PersonalGrowth #LoveAndLoss #Gratitude #FindingMeaning #HumanConnection #CherishedMemories #SoulfulWriting #TheBeautyOfLife #UnspokenFeelings #Romanticism #LifePerspective #PowerOfFriendship #UnderstandingLife #LoveInWords #ExistentialThoughts #LatinJazz #AfroCubanRhythms #Syncopation #ClaveRhythm #PercussionGroove #JazzDrumming #Polyrhythms #LatinFusion #PercussiveEnergy #AfroCaribbeanBeats #Reunion #Together #Distance #Time #Unbreakable #Loyal #Cherished #Sisters ℗ ⓒ 2025 Adesabafo Publishing Original Vid on #YouTube    • Griselda (Visualizer), in F Major #or...   #youtube Music    • Griselda, in F Major   Read the story behind the music FREE on #medium   / liceo-reforma-in-f-major   ✯✯✯✯✯✯ Description: "Griselda, in F Major" unfolds like sunlit lace across the worn table of memory — delicate, intricate, timeless. It begins in the hush of a warm dusk, the piano—nimble-fingered and wise— sketches swirling spirals of block chords, second inversion, third position, prayers whispered in the language of F major’s long-lost twin: its minor shadow. From these roots, the harmony breathes — a pentatonic pulse between C and G blues scales, each run a ripple in the pond of recollection, where laughter once echoed under orange skies. Then enter the voices— Tenor Sax, the nostalgic storyteller; Muted Trumpet, the dreamer lost in reverie; Bass, steady and soft-spoken, the heartbeat of yesterday; Latin Percussion, heartbeat and pulse, whispering secrets in syncopated footsteps. Each melody moves alone and together— a conversation of counterpoint, a dance of divergence, graceful collisions and gentle departures. They weave a tapestry of innocence, friendship not as fireworks, but as shared silence, as running down hills barefoot with someone who knows the rhythm of your breath. In “Griselda,” every note is a memory gathered like wildflowers — pure, honest, never asking to be more than it was. A jazz fugue of childhood souls, intertwined yet free, wrapped in the golden light of a key called F. ✯✯✯