Life and death are only the forgotten reality of inevitability. Is it verbal delirium or essence of life? Every second someone is born, someone dies passing by our life like autumn rustling of leaves. Nothing is eternal and everyone is in eternity. Or, is it only seems to me?
Music, music... It's everywhere. Bach, Pergolesi, Mozart, Vivaldi.
Karajan is the genius. He never hurries up. He feels everything, he understands everything, he can all. There is sense in each sound, in each sigh.
The life will continue. We have no need to hurry up. Everything will wait...
Music, music... It's everywhere. Bach, Pergolesi, Mozart, Vivaldi.
Karajan is the genius. He never hurries up. He feels everything, he understands everything, he can all. There is sense in each sound, in each sigh.
The life will continue. We have no need to hurry up. Everything will wait...
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