I play piano sonatas all is lost and also those who never ran. Just for pamper your world, just for beauty. Yes, the wind will never touch them on your handkerchief overflowing flies, flap their happiness. Yes, wake up my hands, blood flowing, burning, waving. Softens, opens the grooves and shines. Oh my love, if I could be one to vanish into oblivion, oh my love if I could. Trees die, they die, the seas, the pulse increases, grows, and I wonder, where is life? What will be, to run and never returns! What is rotting in the oblivion! What dies with me, to my music! Wave runs wild, full of grace! Overwhelms the fields, protect them from rain, love them. Faints every time you call it, faints.
Gastañeta By Sofia Tudela.
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