Thank you for coming into this journey with me.
It might take us deep down,
where we can find ourselves.
— Federico
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One Taste

Once while living at a Buddhist center in the country side of Normandy, France, I experienced what Tibetan Buddhists call "One Taste" - an experience in which everything around me, including people, were literally felt as parts of my own body - not metaphorically speaking but as in the most real, physical sense - everything was my very own flesh! Such revelatory occurrence shattered a monk-like orientation to life that was predominant in me by then. All of a sudden I felt like a child again, delighted with the miracle of creation in every little of its details, wondrous. Soon after the episode, an unheard melody, sung by children, begun resonating in my head once in a while. With time, I interpreted that some of those children were actually going to be my own. This song, led by that melody, became for me a hymn. Originally, a hymn of celebration of the best part of the tradition from which I got the instructions leading to such insight; but later on and most fundamentally, it became a hymn to life - a celebration of life as human beings, in and of itself, as the most beautiful of miracles. 

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The Other

You think you are just yourself,
and that freedom is to run
doing everything you want  

Yet whatever you perceive
all other life around 
are non other than your Heart 

I ask you to see with the eyes of the other...
feel their heart as yours...the wounds you create..
through open space, you hurt yourself  
for in open...in open space we are one  

Committed to every one,
wise and cautious one becomes,
reckless bubbling of youth gone 

Mature love-beaming sun,
passion - fire in the heart,
pursuing all that’s good...
when the dawn of freedom’s here.
  
Please do hear with the ears of the other...
feel their body as yours...the scars you create..
through infinite God flesh - they hurt ourselves
for within that flesh we are one

we are bonded...together...
what you do...I receive...
What I have is yours
What I do you breath
We are weaved forever  
in this perennial sea 

what a paradox my Lord,
when surrendering all...all I become. 
what a paradox my Lord, 
when surrendering all...all I become. 

I ask you to feel with the heart of the other...
feel their joy as yours...wonders you create..  
through unborn space - you heal yourself  
for within this space we are one  

what a paradox my Lord, 
when surrendering all...all I become. 
what a paradox my Lord, 
when surrendering all...all I become. 

Free... 

What a paradox my Lord,
when surrendering all...
all I become.
Featuring Andres Beeuwsaert (piano). Visit https://myspace.com/andresbeeuwsaert

Featuring Andres Beeuwsaert (piano). Visit https://myspace.com/andresbeeuwsaert

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Into the Forest

Singing together with Beatritz, we were both transported to different times and landscapes.
The hypnotic, deep quality of her voice and the force of her singing presence made unique parts of myself arise, perhaps the oldest of my voices. 

The sound and soul of the Armenian Duduk, which I feel like my second voice, brought in winds of solitude and reflection.

Sounds of a dreamlike voyage into the depths.

Featuring Beatritz Lalanne (vocals, shruti box). Visit chantsacreterramaire.blogspot.fr 

Featuring Beatritz Lalanne (vocals, shruti box). Visit chantsacreterramaire.blogspot.fr 

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San Jacinto

By Peter Gabriel

Thick cloud - steam rising
hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me - buffalo robe
sage in bundle - run on skin

Outside - cold air
stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint - eagle feathers
coyote calling - it has begun

Something moving in
I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying - slow
letting go of life

Medicine man lead me up though town
Indian ground - so far down
Cut up land - each house - a pool
kids wearing water wings - drink in cool

Follow dry river bed
watch Scout and Guides make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo's disco
Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse - white men dream

A rattle in the old man's sack
look at mountain top - keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow
white wind blow

I hold the line,
the line of strength that pulls me through the fear.
San Jacinto - I hold the line.
San Jacinto,
the poison bite and darkness take my sight...
I hold the line.

And the tears roll down my swollen cheek
think I'm losing it - getting weaker
I hold the line - I hold the line
San Jacinto
yellow eagle flies down from the sun
from the sun

We will walk - on the land
We will breathe - of the air
We will drink - from the stream
We will live - hold the line

I hold the line,
the line of strength that pulls me through the fear.
San Jacinto - I hold the line.
San Jacinto,
the poison bite and darkness take my sight...
I hold the line.
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Dancing Voices

We sing together effortlessly as if we are reading from an invisible score. Like children innocently following each other, playing under the sun.  
Our voices dance, jump, run and then get quiet. They are silly with each other and then they affirm themselves, strong.

We built a tonic world together. We revealed it, to ourselves. We got amused, and amazed. We tuned to smiles and ended to a drop of inner silence.

The musical inner world of Alisa is sweet and infinitely vast. Our voices made a chord of friendship that is registered in this song.

Featuring Alisa Apreleva (vocals, shruti box). Visit www.apreleva.com

Featuring Alisa Apreleva (vocals, shruti box).
Visit www.apreleva.com

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Descending

When mirrors, reflect and distort innocent words as words of harm
Re-living, fear in our bones, shame or distrust, out of thin air
We, survived, locking it behind, standing straight and looking good

Come inwards, we cannot run from that which shapes the path beneath our feet
Come inwards, we cannot hide from that which whispers from under our skin
Leap backwards, for there lies our chance, of coming whole, and owning all there is from us that keeps...

Circulating around, winds of the past
Knots in the heart that are seeking our love,
With thirst for attention and support...for coming home 

Bring…forward, talismans of strength, symbols that soothe you and help you rise
Stretch…around, let your mind enlarge with plenty of space for breathing life
Find someone, that will hold your hand while all the pain-flow moves revealing you’re still here Alive. 

In this fire heart of ours, we can bear it all,
and when we do we can change things for good
both for ourselves and for the world...it’s all in there

Circulating around, winds of the past
Knots in the heart that are seeking our love, 
With thirst for attention and support...for coming home 

In this fire heart of ours, we can bear it all,
and when we do we can change things for good
both for ourselves and for the world...it’s all in there 

I’m des-cen-ding...
to the place that…
needs my love…
embrace it all…

Let the young child again, play in the grass,
Behind your eyes crying oceans of love,
Bringing the pieces back to one,
holding it all

Amidst your open chest, there is a space,
Where we might come and return,
And all this pain, is but the proof that we are alive
we bear it with pride.

Come inwards,
we cannot run from that
which shapes the path
beneath our feet
Featuring Mariano "Tiki" Cantero (drums). Visit acaseca.com.ar

Featuring Mariano "Tiki" Cantero (drums). Visit acaseca.com.ar

Featuring Gagik Gasparyan (Armenian duduk). Visit gagikgasparyan.com

Featuring Gagik Gasparyan (Armenian duduk). Visit gagikgasparyan.com

This song is dedicated to Nicole Sanderson, in gratitude for what she helped me see.

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Stellar Waves

In this song, all there is, is a human voice.
In a silent room where I could hear even the slightest of sounds,
I sung delicately, as if molding the finest clay.
My voice and its harmonics were multiplicated in real time, and I was singing with it all. 
My body shivered feeling the sonic impact of every little change in the shape of the sound. 

Waves from other worlds...within ours.

 

Dedicated to David Hykes, Timothy Hill, Seth Markel and Joel Bluestein. 
To their own unique exploration of sound. 

 

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The people that helped make this CD possible:

The song “Descending” was recorded by Marcelo Grillo at Estudio Ambú, Buenos Aires. Contact him at menubera@hotmail.com

Mixed and Masterized by Juan Armani, at Polilla Records, Buenos Aires. Contact him at juanmanuelarmani@gmail.com

Cover art "Reaching for Zion" by Carl Jacobson, see more of his art online at carljacobsonart.com 

Cover and physical album booklet design by Rebecca Gray, see more of her work at amaranewmedia.com 

Website and digital booklet design by Federico Parra.

All songs written and composed by Federico Parra with the exception of San Jacinto (by Peter Gabriel), Into the Forest (composed together with Beatritz Lalanne) and Dancing Voices (composed together with Alisa Apreleva). 

All instruments arranged and performed by Federico Parra unless otherwise specified.

Children in One Taste recorded by Kaeza Fearn www.kaezafearn.com

Recorded and edited during the years 2012 to 2014, by Federico Parra at his studio in Boston. 

This album was partially crowdfunded through a campaign at indiegogo.com with the help of fans and friends from all over the world. Thank you for your trust and support

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Here is how it all started