Trumpeter of Krakow

We are all preprogramed to attach emotions
to sounds and images. An unexpected song. A forgotten
photo. A voice we haven’t heard in years. All memories waiting
to be touched. Love is an instant of clarity followed by a soothing
clam emptying the world of everything but you and your other soul.
Emotions betray the person we strive to be quicker than snow covers
the well laid tracks we’re expected to follow.

Only a Venezuelan Priest who attended seminary in Poland could pull
off performing the Hejnal Mariacki with Latin passions in a way
that brings an Italian Bishop to tears. But that’s the power of
Saint Mary’s Dawn. Just ask the Mongol hords at the gates of Krakow or
the Germans at Monte Cassino.