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We need female composers in classical music concerts

Once upon a time there was a world where statistics show a sad reality: only 76 concerts of classical music among the 1,445 organized around the world from this year to 2019 include at least one piece of a woman.
As a result, once upon a time there was a world where 95% of the concerts involve music composed only by men.
Once upon a time there was a machist solo.
Where C and D chords count more than A.
Yet it was said juxtaposed, “give me an A”, to start the show.
Of emotions and echoes that we trivially call life.
Once upon a time there was a world out of tune, therefore.
Because trapped in a pentagram deprived of marvelous sounds...

Composer Emily Hall said: "All organisations have a responsibility to programme at least one work by a female composer, I just think that should be standard now."

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The two raindrops

This story is from a long time ago and when I say a lot I mean really a lot.
You may say that man was still not in the world, so animals and plants.
There was not even the toilet, so, imagine how uncomfortable it was... well, it is clear, now, let’s back to the point.
There was, of course, earth and sea, sun and moon, so the clouds.
Yes, the clouds.
Among them there was a little one who made her first steps in the sky.
At the same time, the cloud was made of tiny raindrops, at the very first experience too. Among them there was one that stood out upon the others because she always had a smile on her face...

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Diversity stories of music

This story is about a very strange guitar.
In fact, while every musical instrument writes its destiny coming into the hands of people who try to fly away from the ground with soul and passion, as only a human being could, this guitar did all without it.
Because its six strings were alive.
From the bottom of the instrument, the acutest voice, there was Misbaah, followed by his older brothers, Siraaj and Solmir, his sister Redha, and finally mom and dad, Labeeb and Mindhur.

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Diversity stories of immigrants

There was once a bottle, an old one.
There was water in the bottle.
On the water you could see an ancient sailing ship, a fake one, being honest.
Nevertheless, thanks to an absurd alchemy, that ship had a crew.
I am talking about Captain Hasan and his company, a group of men who would follow his commander in any adventure and everywhere in the world.
I have never seen so much fidelity outside that bottle.
However, unlike his men, Hasan knew about the ship’s real condition: they would never leave the bottle...

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Diversity stories for kids about lions

This is a story of lions.
There was Ben, a very proud animal.
Abandoned very young by his parents, fled to not fall into the hunter’s hands, Ben lived adoring courage and strength, but above all by fueling hatred against fear.
Ben could not stand the timorous lions and disapproved anyone who did not face alone the great elephant.
A true lion did not run away from the great enemy and mystery, the fire.
One day without jumping with blind eyes did not deserve to be lived, that was his motto.
So, you can easily understand why Ben was not friendly with his own pride, more than ever for a great secret...


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Diversity stories of food

He remains banned, with a hanging expression, so his brain, like the laptop hourglass where the user's request imposes a surplus of work.
Thus, according to the dialectical rules of modern right-handedness, it finds courage and doesn’t give up on evidence.
So? He exclaims with decisive boldness.
Then, afterwards, in a totally free and chaotic speech.
The numbers are Arabic.
And my cell phone is Chinese.
As well as my daughter’s toys and lots of stuff at home.
The TV is Korean, all right.
And the car outside is German, I confess.
This morning's coffee comes from Brazil.
And the bananas of the usual, breakfast smoothie are from Senegal.
You think I don’t know?

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Diversity stories of brave women

That is maybe the worst fault of a whole generation of fragile accomplices, deluded by the belief that with the more or less passionate combination of words and tones, the task could be exhausted.
Behind the presumed poetry of the moment, there is a whole world, fused together with admirable dignity and prowess in a single soul that sees every moment, even now, its shreds pulled away by obtuse beasts, now accepted as ordinary.

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Diversity stories about fear

I see a room.
A room protected by aggressive guards and armed with threatening weapons.
In the middle, an old man.
A very aged one, with tired eyes, but still fixed on his own hand, that is, the claw clutching the consumed pencil which he passes with hellish repetition always on and on the same stretch of the governmental drawing.
Lines and contours, full shapes and the empty ones, more than ever the paper that suits all is so worn out to implore pity and craving peace along with the past painted horrors, bravely burned in the bad times gone by.
Nevertheless, the disturbing, yet reassuring canvas is still there, it resists with cruelty, despite the hourglass being losing the last grain of dullness.
I see, I see it, like all of us, the mad design.
The world we are experiencing, and at the same time unknowingly worship.

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Diversity stories from Japan

Once upon a time there was a sky.
No, ‘the’ sky, the perfect heavenly picture that has seen all of us passing through and, sooner or later, will tell everything.
I refer to something drawn from below, with no ambition to what makes the shapes and contours of the human creation worthy of the eye.
Read as well as the naive, moving courage to imagine the world as it should be.
In this sky, not ‘the’, everything existed according to the given order.

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Diversity stories about the old age

Listen, listen.
On the other side of the world, and especially of the reassuring logic, there is another university.
I cannot tell you the name and not even the town, otherwise they’ll be at risk.
You know, their discovery doesn’t only exceed the Swedish one, but could also cause the researchers lots of serious difficulties, as attacks, self-attacks, boycotts under form of attacks, Mexican butchers in the form of authorized clearance, preventive, pacific and defensive wars, cuts of funds, just cuts, other attacks, but only for mental insanity, hacker intrusions, and also rats ones, which will not affect the elections but are not good at all, right?
Are you sitting?

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Diversity stories about migrants future

The person who is writing lives in a time where migrants have got this infamous role.
Yes, I know, now you're going to be angry and you're right.
It’s not the destiny neither the role to be bad, but those who dare making in your behalf.
They impose on you their plagued and cruel delusions as if it were unquestionable truth from the sky.
Nevertheless, everybody knows that the latter gives just rain and snow, even lightning, miraculously comets and falling stars.
On the contrary, the burning dullness of the heart, which inflicts pain by hitting many times on the same wound, it always comes from your own kind.
My friend on the horizon, I have no idea what your name is.
Maybe you have blue skin, three eyes or flames in place of your hair, I have no idea what your diversity will be, in the eyes of others. So, I don't know your features, the depths of your being, and especially the reasons that will push your contemporaries to use you as the scapegoat of every evil in the world.