One must sink into a work of art, which enables us to understand the work as a whole, and the whole is nothing but love.
Strains of music decorate the sense of hearing, dance to the rhythm of music, cheering in rhythm with the pounding of musical instruments, the naztapa era of establishing a sacred love, among fellow human beings, to form a moral fortress membekalinya on the trip.
Music sneaks in the crevices of time seeping into the soul, wiping the painful wounds of life and putting to sleep those tired ungodly hands in your lap.
