Puccini Comments

HE-Puccini, score of happiness, promise of passion. She, in love with his enigmatic look, in a face full of hidden labyrinths, mysterious and incapacitating like Beethoven's symphony. She could not imagine herself without him, she was a wave flowing around the keyboard of his body.
He extracted previously unknown sounds from her, in his strong hands she became an instrument of harmony and delight.
He sang her arias of Verdi and Puccini, painted fiery Pegasus heads, recited Mickiewicz, dreamed dreams.
'I'll plant a tree, build a house for our son, and you'll be with me because I want to. No one will ever love you like I do. You must be mine, immediately, do not say no.
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