Someone more and someone less, we all follow the flight of the phoenix. Windows open and close. Sometimes, for few people, they re-open at night. When the moon becomes the sun, when lines become notes. Chet Baker is a pretext, an icon, a flame to hold in the palm of your hand. A song to the passion that was there and that is still present. A song that breaks down time and space with the power of silence.
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