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A song is like a sunbeam on the floor on a Sunday: warm, light, and completely useless in terms of productivity. Everything happens suddenly and gently at the same time - a little sadness, a little madness, a couple of Spanish words for heartfelt authenticity, and now ‘biromba biromba’ is playing in your head as if it were the universal answer to ‘where have you been all day.’ And even if half of the emotions are just dancing, the other half is still in love.