søndag 12. juli 2015

It was a gentle air, with turns and pauses, the spirit Harmony guided all its flights; and there were whispered words and tenuous sighs among the sobbing s of the violoncellos.



The harmonious keyboard of her 
soft laughter seemed like the restless
music of a bird;
With the staccatti of a ballerina and
a schoolgirl's raging fugues.


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