I've been mad for fucking years. Absolutely years.
One of the things I was doing a lot as a teenager, he was listening to music. It plays very well now, eh. Only a teenager who had a habit then I lost, unfortunately: listen to music and nothing else. Sprawled on the couch, perhaps with the texts to be read. Listening to music. Music. Listen.
Now, listen to music while Spippola pc, while doing crafts, and take a shower, while driving, talking with someone. Although it has remained a passion, music, unlike movies and books has been transformed. Watch movies, and all you do. Laws, and all you do. Listen to music, and do more. The music, the soundtrack, it was convoluted in the background. He lost a little 'importance. Why-is-here the core seems a bit 'of wasting time, when listening to music without doing anything.
Tonight, my friends have gone. I have stayed at home. I put the cd The Dark Side of the Moon the player. I raised the volume, a lot '. And I heard. On the first lap, doing absolutely nothing. And so, music has returned to be what it should be, truly, an experience shared with individual mechanisms of artistic production. An intimate, absorbing your time and gives it second by second, consecrating to the use of harmonies and melodies.
The second round has just ended. Now begins the third.
There is no dark side of the moon, really. Matter of fact, it's all dark.
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