In our childhood we had dreams like to be butterflies or
musician to create awesome tones such as those tones that we know on the old
piano in the garden I still remember that when me and my friends were playing
our music to spend some moments of the happiness and the pleasure. I still hear
our laughter and our smiles when we get some of moments of fun and dance on the
music of those melodies. Now my friends became as memories just old images
without colors just blurry images within my mind. I still keep only with the
old piano in the same place to visit it in the garden to touch its fingers and
hear its tones again to fill the place with the memories from my mind maybe
their souls hear these tones again and live here like a roses in the garden.
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