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7d
PASODOBLE.
An unfinished symphony, this life,
like a pasodoble, at times,
growing each day, and ending.
While this, my life, fills with its musical band,
a music that plays through days and moments,
as the path draws to a close.
And the drums sound,
to bid farewell
to that life,
that gets stuck,
and doesn't want to end,
while pasodobles play on

MΓΊsica y vinos, Manuel Morales MartΓ­nez (1977)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6vCfTo8idE&list=RDt6vCfTo8idE&start_radio=1
Carlos Alberto Bustillos
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Carlos Alberto Bustillos  60/M/MADRID (SPAIN)
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