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Rating: Feeling the certainty growing inside that emotions exist, that it's possible to stop them, immortalize them, become enslaved by them and collapse under their weight...
Nothing is left to chance, everything must be magical, and everything is magical on this evening of rebirth...
The music enters the body through the pupils and through the skin, it is no longer a sonic factor, no longer a spectacle factor, no longer conceivable as such... it's much more... it's moving, translucent, and at times rarefied... yet visible, perceptible, and overwhelming...
The evening loses its substance and unfolds into what it truly is... the place fades, the people disappear, the sadness consumes, emotions emerge, the heart cries from joy and hands begin to tremble...
Reflect? Think? Stop? Return? Impossible... too late... it's already lost...
Exciting the unnecessary warmth... sensual...
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