The body is a recipient where life runs from head to feet. The beginning and ending of a life requires colossal fights. My father needed seven days for dying, after four years of bones cancer. 7 days which were profoundly marked by the fear of being alone, even though he was accompanied.
On the first day, my father lost consciousness. Day after day, his breathing was weakening, as his body. The last day his breathing was altered, I started to hum a constant song all the day. This helped him to feel relaxed, and to accept dying when he was completely alone at night. This album emerges from death as a statement of life.