The white magic of Marielle Nordmann, legendary harpist

She kept her eternal young girl laugh.

Under his sparkling eyes, he has just burst into a mischievous smile.

Cascading down the slope of his memories, to flood the whole room with supernatural harmonics.

On the eve of her 80th birthday, Marielle Nordmann seems half as old.

We would like to ask him his secret without being too abrupt.

We're looking for the right twist.

Useless.

She got ahead of us.

"You wanted to tell me about my age, right?"

Do not be afraid: I proclaim it everywhere.

When you get there without having too many worries, it's extraordinary.

So why hide it?

Especially since;

the more we advance, the more we realize that we are identical to what we were when we left childhood.

And that this thing that burns inside us seems to have to burn for eternity. "

This thing, it won't take more than five minutes to name it.

It is not the harp.

Nor the music.

Neither passion.

"It's love.

You will say that it tastes like pie, but too bad.

Me I do not

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