A shutter, newly opened, closed in my heart and lets in light horizontal lines, the staff of a music that was only the beginning. I guess minor thirds and semitones sensual, but the counterpoint is made with grains sand, flew here from a distant desert, fell to the ground in a shower of tears powerless, paid for the stupidity of men and their absurd boundaries, imaginary lines that do not draw anything.
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