Ana Rosa

Ana Rosa was a pianist and the music was the only thing that went through the wall of silence. She was never talked about in the family, neither my father, nor my uncle psychiatrist, his children. But I was told many times that I looked like her. Ana Rosa was a pianist and the music was the only thing that went through the wall of silence. She was never talked about in the family, neither my father, nor my uncle psychiatrist, his children. But I was told many times that I looked like her. Ana Rosa was a pianist and the music was the only thing that went through the wall of silence. She was never talked about in the family, neither my father, nor my uncle psychiatrist, his children. But I was told many times that I looked like her. Ana Rosa was a pianist and the music was the only thing that went through the wall of silence. She was never talked about in the family, neither my father, nor my uncle psychiatrist, his children. But I was told many times that I looked like her.