There is no love story that does not start with a musical movement, in which the conductor of the orchestra is not your heart, but fate that hides its stick from you. With it, he leads you towards a musical scale that has no steps, as long as you do not possess, from the symphony of life, neither a "key of soul"... nor a musical lock.
Music does not let you die, it takes you as fast as life, a merry stream, or a roaring waterfall that throws you downstream. A frantic waltz revolves around you, at the rhythm of which love stories begin... and end.
Be careful not to leave the dance floor so that life does not leave you.
Don't pay attention to the notes that fall from the solfege of your life, they are nothing but notes...
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