Nothing is simple until chaos is tiring you down to a more simplified life. Bad habits and worst, nonfunctional people hooked to you like tabacco to a lung, are puffing into nothingness when Paganini is fiddling your pleasures with his music. I feel his music is lifting me to heaven, along with my house. Is he the devil? Mind you, I am in heaven with all my earthly possessions. Paganini just came in for another beer.

Give it a try, “Centone di sonate, Op. 64: Sonata No. 3 in C major”.

FIN

Roberto Palu