The Sound Of A Guitar With A Loud Singer At Its end Brings Chills Up My Spine,
The Vocal With Its words, The Music At My Ears, What I Give To Just Run and
Move All Over, My Body Craving For The Music My body Moving To Its Beat Almost
As If Going Insane The Laughter the Smiles The Sound Ringing At My Ears , My
Lips Moving To Its Song As If One, With Closed Eyes To Believe That Is Its Own
Music.
