In real time
So, it is the last time I write about something that just took place. The songs were perfect. The radio appeared to read my mind. Can you read my mind?
Yes, songs are so important in life. But when they get meaningless after being so meaningful… yes, meaningless.
English helped me to understand. To sing. But empty.
I wrote before, at some point, that the silence is as important as the sound. This was bitter sweet, and a symphony. Symphonies, to my current stage, means a lot.
Past, present and future….
Song: Dream a Little Dream (M&P)
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