Dans l'Ocean Profond
Dans l'Ocean Profond

Dans l'Ocean Profond

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Sounds can change depending on the weather, one little thing can change everything. Our beginning too. It was Beethoven that we listened to in that dirty, garbage-filled apartment, and it was Mozart that we played with two pianos, in the small practice room of the college... No matter how hard it is, even if there are lonely wars... Enough to faint me, there is happiness in that. Much happiness. So I will never stop trying. Music can bring people together....
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Viciada em livros e arte em geral, gosto de dar asas a imaginação e ultrapassar tabus. Vejo cada dia como uma oportunidade par...

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