The Sound of Music
Music is like the magic wand of fairy godmother, transforms the pumpkin floats.
One winter day, the smell of toast, dulce de leche, a window wet with rain, laughter, laughter, a heavy perfume.
A soccer ball muddy smell choripán, shaving cream, a hug, a voice, an album full of figurines.
A heated pool, chlorine odor, red eyes, sandwiches ham and cheese, a French song, a photo, four friends on the beach.
Vodka, fur hats, a campfire, a guitar, a burnt pot, a stew with a burnt taste, a sad evening.
A tulle skirt, wooden floor with the smell of dust and moisture, damp walls, cold silence, a carousel horse, a rag doll.
Rain, loneliness, a new car smell, a forest, the smell of gunpowder, disturbed earth, screaming.
boxing gloves, the smell of leather, a source with the scent of scorched earth, fire, smoke, blanket, cold and heat. Noise
heels on a wooden floor, the smell of paella, ruffles and polka dots, a river, a sunset, the warmth of his chest, the smell of your skin.
The music goes where words fail, it is a smell, a color, texture, goes straight to the center of your soul.
not think, feel, we are never more genuine than when we hear a song that touches us.
For me, music is magic, music is a miracle, a miracle that we found, a miracle that illuminates us.
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