This Is Ade, My Little Star

This Is Ade, My Little Star

“I don’t know whether I can sing,” she said, “my heart is so  heavy.”

She just had lost her son. Murdered. And she sang, but it was not a song but became a prayer, though she doesn’t know the words as it was a Latin text, she didn’t know how to sing technically well and fearlessly braved to sing the long, difficult, highest note in the last part of her song. I’m lucky, happy I could save this recording.

So e mailed the choir conductor to his sister in the Netherlands.

She replied:

Ze zingt het de hemel in, haar zoon achterna. Je kan je ogen gewoon bijna niet droog houden.

Translated: She sings it, after her son into heaven. You almost can’t keep your eyes dry.

And this is Celine Dion who is visited by nearly two million visitors in You Tube, while his Ade sings Ave Maria so moving, so warm, so dear, so precious, ... - except, or you have no heart -, yet almost unknown.

 

Valuations change, things remain the same. Were it beautiful it will always remain beautiful, were it ugly it would always remain ugly, well known or unknown, loved or not loved, today or tomorrow, ... and forever. 

 

 

February 2013