Graphic Brazilan Waxing On the other side of the score

to "see" come to Mephistopheles, reveling at a wedding party. After an introduction to evil, which boasts of its art, go to Faust Mephistopheles. Fausto's theme is present, and is now Fausto who walks around the room, proud, confident, relatively happy. Suddenly, the back, in a corner, he discovers a Margarita. Everything stops. Fausto, amazed, be still and moving slowly, very slowly to Margarita, who suddenly looks at him. Fausto talks, Margarita answered timidly. Mephistopheles, which contemplates the scene, and decides to take a violin playing a waltz for the two dance. Fausto, old and in love, will sell his soul for the love of Margaret. Both dance and dance and rhythm becoming more frenetic, more prurient, more carnal. The musiciansca becomes a crazy technique that, among the echoes of the voice of Margarita and memories of the first voice of Faust takes us to the triumph of Mephistopheles.

Madness.

And then, the Valley of Obermann, a terrible delight that Liszt composed following the reading of "Obermann" French writer Senancaur. "Vast consciousness of nature everywhere overwhelming and impenetrable, universal love, indifference, higher wisdom, voluptuous abandon all desires and all the deep torment that the human heart can hold, all I had felt all that memorable night," Liszt says about the night he read and wrote "The Valley."

And then I remember the test.
remember the fellowship (of "commaninov, which would die on the piano in the dramatic climax of the eighth, with the bass hitting the mouth of a stomach drowned in so much beauty.
When I heard it live on my teacher and mentor, Leonel Morales-can not remember if it was in the Monumental Theatre Cultural Center or the Villa-tears escaped me alone, could not control them, they were caught in the maelstrom notes and flying, flying, flying ... Yesterday

finally entered the Fnac and bought some of my past.

: '-)

PS: Gentlemen, thank you for existing.

Ap Biology Laboratory 5

eyond the latest weather road, bound for the poppies. Time for banks, spa and children play.

to Heaven help us.

Blueprints For A Buggy Car maremaris @ 2004-03-23T22: 08:00

I return. Rediscover. Change. Contemplate.

I like.

I can not say that I have left that day because it is not true. back many days, and I look as if to say "hey, man, I'm here, sorry not today have the courage to say anything more." But in reality I'm always, always happened. Miro, I read something from each other, laugh or not laugh, I like this picture are like goats, this is great, the time that people have, things like that. There are days when you have a body every day, some days not. Since I missed that diary EGEBO fifth if you wrote that was cool not, when you had to write out of obligation and tell the world that had gone to the dentist or had lost his umbrella when leavings three M's: world, badness and women.

has returned to patrolling the streets, blind as a concrete wall even with ears open to hear the clatter of heels that put music to the darkness. Tell me that you carry in one hand and a whip in the other a fine handkerchief embroidered with verses of Neruda. You're right, you go well armed when they sought to approach the soul of a woman.

still here.