In the midst of the heat of summer, the

In the midst of the heat of summer, the

first fleeting impressions after the long

august rains, feel like the first sobs

of the end of our love story, the end of

the summer season, the

beginning of the practise of violins

Taking us straight to the first notes of the Christmas Oratorio of

Bach and on that Christmas morn we know already of the coming autumn.

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