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Rating: The voice is warm, mellow. And then hoarse, rough, earthy. It speaks of the people, of bars.
Then there's that chiseled face, sincere and a bit swashbuckling. You look at it and you see the life of long ago, limited for sure, but more real than now.
Love is a collection of insignificant moments, and here you will find some examples. It doesn't matter what they are, it's the how that counts, not the what.
"Serene is" I always associate it with a generous wine, until, half dazed and perhaps even happy, I think of the part of joy that I too had.
And so I close my eyes and make a secret toast with Drupi, him a plumber and I a salesman, two random guys who know how the world works.
And there we stay, far from complications, almost underwater, enjoying even the female choruses, just as the song says.
Knowing that once out of the water and away from that wine, we will find her who, alone and unique, stubbornly still loves us.
With a little help from luludia...
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