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Can you hear it? Small bubbles burst at the orange juice surface… Tiny foamy bubbles.
He looked up through a big window to see the blue sky. She was there, perfect as never before. The sound of the bubbles bursting filled the hall and he felt his knees betraying him again. As he lay on the floor, orange juice started coming out of the white cups, slowly dripping onto the piano keys. He did not understand his sudden weakness but was amazed at the same  by the beautiful sounds reaching his ears. With his eyes closed, listening carefully, he fell asleep. The blue sky outside the windows turned to green and then back again. Time slowed down, if it did not stop completely. The sound of wind blowing through palm trees, the silence of a desert island… An orange juice symphony.