December 1917. I was in my studio trying to record a song but the heat was unbearable, I was in the company of some friends who were very happy. Suddenly my nephew entered my study, very excited and curious. I suggested that he sing with me a new song that we would compose at the time and this came out, without rehearsal and totally improvised. Laughter surrounded us and it made us happy. We really enjoyed this improvised music. For my nephew. An enterprising and fighting boy. Now a man. P.s. The gun is a toy.
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