sometimes, the piano pretends to invite birds to sing.
but most recently, it invites people and their memories to come to the open. We gather: the one who wrote, the one who marked, the one playing, narrating and telling in sounds and whispers, the ones who listen, the ones who remember, the ones who turn out to be entirely new.. :)
someone felt he run across years of life with great speed, only to find the acute sounds of disappointment and then the progressive, healing sound of astonishment: happiness.
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I was waiting for some words. Just need your thoughts. Something different.
I don´t want to run, I just want to walk, listen, play, speak and write. Just taste.
Need everyday to be special, to know that there is something that come be saved from the naufrage of monotony. Need to feel that I live. That I don´t pass by. Need to feel living.
i like that sound
and sometimes,
what a possibility!
i like the sound of your photos too
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