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Would you call a spade a spade if it was Chopin?

My dad thought you could not Play Chopin until You fell in love. He didn’t know. Advertisements

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Make to live

Who cares if you make it? What fades if you don’t? One consciousness Awaits your tale.     Written: 21/08/2017 Trying to get some balance on the feeling of futility in a task or situation, realising that partly the feeling … Continue reading

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