המתת השור

בפעם הראשנה מיזה הרבה זמן, שרתי שוב.
although my voice was shadowed by the packs of cigarettes i smoked chainainly, although i had used my voice lately more for cries and sorrows, silent tears
a thread of music started to feel through my throat and fill my head again with sounds and air. it filled up my mind with sounds of the past, with beauty harmonized, with a thin path to feeling and hapiness again.i sang gershwing. i sang the man i love, i sand puccini, strauss and faure and these words combined in my heart already started my renaissance
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