Clarinete Stories

They say love is short, forgetting is so long. But how can I forget the things that we have shared for almost whole of our lives. Happy memories that cannot be easily forgotten. Shed of tears filled my eyes. Until I just realized that I started to shatter into peices. Then suddenly something happened and my life just started again.

Relato corto que te hará viajar por el arte, miradas perdidas y los estropicios del romanticismo en una plaza abundada de traséuntes; una chica plantada y un músico extranjero que acabó haciendo de su noche un éxtasis musical.