After another of those long, grueling days filled with everything, I found, by chance, the right music to close a short I was working on.
way home, I passed a bag of garbage, stop along the road.
When I saw it, the piece was still on the Mogwai. With them I have music on my first short film, six years ago.
In the country where I live is on a separate month. I turned back. I picked up the bag. I've thrown.
Just a couple of years ago I would not have done.
I think it's for moments like this that I do everything else.
Probably things will change soon. Will evolve at the right time, in the right direction.
The keyboard has failed. Half of the keys work. I can only press harder.
Enjoy.
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