Only a dreamer can tell one, where can a music be heard the loudest. Its beat pounding from drum to heart. A hum, can be heard for miles or even days without missing a single meaning. Ask the dreamer, and he will answer, “In the desert where the softest wind can become the harshest storm. This is where music lurk and hide, waiting to be found by the one who knows it.”
And that was what happened to most traveler, who wants to follow their heart; instead they end up following their dream. Either walking or running in the desert, one feels timeless, useless because the sand remain the same no matter where or what. In the middle of every timeless travel there is always an inn where travelers rest. This is where they take off their frown and put on a smile, their burden is left cold in the corner; while these traveler laugh to their heart’s content.
There is nothing more entertaining than music in the middle of time. Music, played through the fingers of the finest storyteller, Ang Ang (Red Red)……
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