Gypsy melody Maurice
continued to play into the night, he had not yet realized that life was just a breath of gelo.Continuava to dream on that edge of the road, he and his accordion. And he played a melody frantic, full of unexpected hopes, dreams prohibited. Oncoming dawn and Maurice was not afraid, because he loved the light, he lived the night, Maurice who ran the day, he, among the invisible visible. He arrived early in the light faded and with it the magic of a night. How many.
That day they found an accordion on the side of the road and life returned to the ice.
yet it was only a whisper.
Lasted an eternity. A breath
Maurice.
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