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Guitar Sounds guitar
Arpeggios of light and song
That get lost in those paths
Eyes that scrutinize the soul
Melodies of yesterday Poet...
Like other madmen
Who drew the moon in the middle of letters
Guitar in septentrion destiny
You point and shoot to those places of my being
Places that inhospitable nobody discovered
Cardinal point of my loves
Astrolabe to hunt stars
Poet... How not to be one if I listen to a madrigal
Six strings in parallel the meridian of myself
The before and the after
Today and its unexpected tomorrow
No Grim Reaper to fear, no unexpected journey
We are passengers on the train of destinies
Lightning rod that connects me in spite of my chains
Poet... Of course, walking in my destiny