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4 white-tailed eagles fly and going to the moon.
Century of seventeenth ,
December 24, Nuremberg at 8 o'clock.
Heavy snowfall and wind.
I'm walking in the snowy streets
There are four empty sheet musics in my hand.
I get to a Christmas market that all people are rushing to buy.
I find my pine tree behind the fourth Christmas store.
From the white mask that hang on.
When I take the tree, the sheets will fall from my hand and they will go with wind and be lost in the dark.
I'm walking a few steps with sadness
and entering the 21st century

Tehran at 11:30 am
On the stony street, in front of the church.
Sunny weather, is not snowy, it's hot!

I'm opening my scarf, shaking the snow out of my shoe. I understand an old man on that side of the street that he surprisingly with snow under my shoes, my scarf and a pine's tree in my hands then he Gazing to my face.

I take my hat from my head, I pay tribute and go to the church,

I'm putting the tree at the side of the door, put a mask in the coat pocket and I entering.
It's totally empty, I look around. I'm sure I'm alone.
I go and sit on the organ.
There are 4 sheet musics that posted minuet in A-minor on the first page. I'm playing it, its Very dreamy.
I closing my eyes and imagine the song with my guitar.
I have feeling that snow is falling.

I open my eyes from the cold.
And again, I see the old man.
Who says: "Come on, my son brought you Guitar."
I wonder with surprise. I am shaking my head to the question mark.
He says: what's the difference?
Catch it
I would love to hear the sound of this minuet with guitar.
I smile and thank you.
I take the guitar and I take the mask out of my coat.
I put it on my face.

I'm playing it and repeating it untill night.
The church is full of people.
I do not notice the passage of time.
I look at the crowd and look back at the notes and find out something new.
Below the fourth letter with a fresh ink:

"This piece is dedicated to the guitar, December 28
signed: old man Johann Krieger"

I will be glad.
I hear a voice.
I lift my head and see the four white-tailed eagles arriving at the speed of the church's ceiling window.
Before that they sit on the coffin and disappear.
I hurry up from the chair, I take my sheets , and I go to sleep in the shiny coffin in the middle of the church that made of pine wood and close it.

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