This is the story of a man that wanted to find 'his favorite music'... His experimented ears had already listened the most amazing notes from rock, jazz, funk, indie, folk -even the music from the ancient and middle edge - but sadly, he had never found 'his music'. One day, fourious and almost devasted, that man decided to leave his mother's house, just cause he had something to find. So, he saw her mother off, took her package and went through the city, the mountains, and through the beach all over his country. In those places, he knew lyrics and new notes that delighted his mind, but even when he danced that music with the prettiest ladies that he had ever seen, he couldn't find his favorite music.
After a while, the man thought that he should have gone to the other country, so he crossed the border and went to look for 'his favorite music'. There, his ears got pleaced with sophisticated and technologycal music but - even when he had sung many words to precious lobes – he couldn't find 'his music'.
One night after years of search, that man was in the middle of a carnival - full of costums and drums - when suddenly he got sleepy and closed his eyes... Then he heard how everything began to disappeared, how the volume of his mind turned down, and how his clock stopped to count the drum's rhythm. So, realized himself how he had always loved the silence.
