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The Hands of the Eld Pianist Player

Strangers but loved aged pianist's hands don't die in silence... The old pianist watches his hands ... learned a secret... the music... Even injured and with strength touch still finds. In silence his tips dactyls hurt, suffer... But the silence knows that will speak in his ringtones... dying toes suck the last ones out of life sighs... The old pianist sweating, cry dry tears... But the blessed sound the piano plays the music holy, torn from heart... Homage to pianist João Carlos Martins and his extreme pain in the extremities hands and fingers...

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