Author: Marco Aragonés
David Martinez
And there was a
celestial guitar and strings were living them
and bittersweet chords. Notes
silence now I want to hear the loneliness. Notes
soft now that I
think of the future. Notes
value now that the rough look of life. Notes
serenity now that my ideas are knots. Notes
poison now I want to be immune to pain.
and divine guitar Escape and Escape
you write notes in a measure infinite. And the sublime
instrument is used by
hands are not, do not feel
are just incomprehensible.
In: www.marcoaragones.overblog.com
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