"Until then,mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in retunr, for they set my blood on fire." [Napoleon Bonaparte, in a letter to his wife, Josephine.]
Sometimes I just don 't want to talk ...
The music! All my life consists of music. The art, the expression, the harmony... Just. A bit of music and I'm dreaming. Sometimes misunderstood, but talented, sometimes playful, but modest...
Joy, pain, or whatever would be - the note after the note and you in front...
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