The musician knows that silence is just a form of music more timid than others, and the lure to get him to reveal himself. It has no respect for time, and forces him to violate his secular laziness changing the speed at will. He knows the secret combination of feelings, which opens and closes at will with only the movement of the fingers. Sneaks with the skill of a professional thief from drafts of thought, and leads us through this world hand in a fluid and light, where we can finally float free and vibrant. His voice is a brush that colors our fondest memories, turning a rainy day in one of the brilliant sun. She loves to hide in broad daylight, and enjoys dancing to invite our worst concerns, thus neutralizing as long as possible.
Awfully jealous of the success of his music, he knows he does not survive, but it is happy with his wages and does nothing to avoid his fate, which led him to play in the great orchestra that regulates the rhythm of the universe.
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