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There is no love story that does not begin with a musical movement, in which the conductor of the orchestra is not your heart, but rather fate that hides its staff from you. With it, it leads you towards a musical scale that has no stairs, as long as you do not have the symphony of a lifetime, neither the key of a sound... nor the musical key.

Music does not slow you down, it takes you quickly like life, a cheerful stream, or a roaring waterfall that throws you downstream. It revolves around you like a frenetic waltz, to whose rhythm love stories begin...and end.

Be careful not to leave the dance floor so that life does not leave you.