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Now I look at you I hear your smile desire coming with your breath and the gesture of tense fingers painted nails as spears very well treated ready to finger my chest' s guitar this mild nightfall while I want you excited playing me at the Carlos Paredes' style. (to read the original…
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Since fifty years now my night is flooded by Frédéric Chopin music I think there was little change in my condition my pores become thick of emotion this damned absolute beauty so close to be met as before I feel life is better than spilled anguish in cascade of sounds petrified but unintentionally I…
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