She has withdrawn into silence, but only your voice.
be forced to do, travel, meet him, and fulfill their part of the covenant, their social commitment familiar.Firmar and stay there and away. Arriving
has to leave his soul, his piano on the beach. Terrible slaughter, incomparable with what comes next.
music Sometimes I am drunk, drunk me, makes me lose track of time, do not feel anything other than the notes, the silences, I suffer the ups and downs of pitch, rhythm, volume ... I surrender .
Somehow, I lock myself as the protagonist in the silence. I am leaving my soul at the beach view of the waves, and catching her breath to return to playing the piano keys. Feeling the heat and the flow of blood when someone about what I left behind. Suffering the consequences of my fate, amputation of fingers, the torture of the soul silenced. Contemplating how the piano is dipped into the sea as punishment, deciding to die with him.
Then I open my eyes because I'm still alive, with all my fingers, listening to The Sacrifice.
All passion and emotion. Sacrificio.Me
ask what was the piano that I left on the beach?
all have a piano, because the silent and we have to sacrifice.
sacrifice, a word rarely used today.
The Sacrifice.
The piano.
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