Love and music are the same.
La música es la máxima utopía del ser.
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Fill my life with song
And let me sing for ever more
(Bart Howard, Fly me to the moon, 1954)


Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song
(Roberta Flack, Killing me softly)



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Tengo el neurótico hábito de leer.