Times come and go, leaving behind what can be considered as experiences and memories that build our lives. Some of them are sticked to the back of our minds tying their message to the present once and again as a broken recorder.
Music is at the end the rythm of the things to come; and hearing our song is everytime a reminder that there's more; there's a new step each time; and that there's hope.
This music... is you ... ¬¬
Music by: Imelda May [ Feel Me]
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