RAPSODIE
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Última publicación sáb, abr 7, 2018
La Rapsodia è una composizione musicale "libera" dagli schemi che sono imposti nelle altre tipologie di opere musicali. Essa è pura melodia, istinto, un' esplosione di note ed emozioni.
Questa è l'anima della mia opera, una raccolta di racconti liberi, slegati tra di loro e connessi soltanto alla mia mente ed al mio cuore.
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