Appassionata
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In his core, the piano holds
the Beethoven's 'Appassionata'.
The piano keys are virgin teeth
ripping the melody
into sounds:
‘Allegro Assai,
Andante con moto - attacca,
Allegro, ma non troppo,
Presto'.
We eat those sounds
while making love continuously
in that river of life
flowing in cascades.
Sometimes, our feelings are orchids,
and some other times, they are only
possession and control
of something,
which epitomizes
the conflict
between the beauty and the danger.
Suddenly,
I need to say 'I love you',
and I do not need to change the meaning of these words.
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