Three men on soprano sax, exploring the space in a large room, expelling what’s left in them of uneasiness, bad thoughts and sadness to look instead for a more serene state of mind; but, without forgetting the strangeness of air blowing without a note through the instrument or some alternative technique transforming a reed in a percussive source. Three sax masters, yes – but they have completely left behind this status to know how sometimes a breath of life means more than complex phrasing. And what a beautiful feeling when finally the long, almost infinite notes coming out of six lungs through those saxes look for one another, searching for an unison, observing the other’s flight and going parallel to that – an airy formation, three independent personalities, never indulgent, always intelligent.