I think of the adagios, the rhapsodies, the staccato and the untitled notes, the throat was created even if the singer loses the symphony and the saxophone does not reach the note, the music lives the pussy, everything has music, all the music is in a kiss, in a goodbye, in a love and hate you, in an orgasm and moan, I think we are music, the best symphony ever composed.
Think about it, without music the moon would only be a white ball, love a vague word, pain only a tool of torture, caresses nonsense, waiting would be an annoyance, the butterflies in the stomach would be vomited and only my insides would remain , the bars would be empty, there would be no applause for the tenor, the laughter would only be a grimace, that horror, that terror just thinking about it. Without music, it would not be worth living.