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Last published Thu, Mar 14, 2019
"No puedo tocar el violín para siempre."
Daniela Tapia tuvo la suerte de encontrar su pasión a temprana edad.
A los seis años comenzó a tocar el violín y dedica su vida entera a tocar música.
Poco sabe ella de la terrible enfermedad que se esconde detrás de cada uno de sus latidos.
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