Al Aswad Yaliq Biki | Ahlam Mestaghanmi

There is no love story that does not begin with a musical movement, in which the conductor of the orchestra is not your heart, but the fate that hides its stick from you. With it it leads you towards a musical scale that has no stairs, as long as you do not have the symphony of a lifetime, neither ((the key of the arrow)).. nor the musical lock.
Music does not slow you down, it takes you as fast as life, a merry stream, or a roaring waterfall that throws you downstream. You turn like a frantic waltz, to the beat of which love stories begin...and end.
Beware that you leave the dance floor so that life doesn't leave you.
Don't worry about the tones that fall from the solfege of your life, they are nothing but notes