Jun 2017
He had nothing much, in fact he had nothing at all.
What he did in fact have, was magical wand used harmonize my soul.
He didn't have much, in fact he didn’t have anything at all.
Only four walls in a tiny room that could barely fit our dreams, an old guitar, a few tuned strings, a hoarse and raspy voice used to vocalize the same song to a soul garbed in wistfulness.
We didn't have much, in fact we had nothing at all,
just four walls, an old guitar,
a great need to refuge our desires,
loving in our silence to the sound of an old guitar that invited us to a new fantasy.
singing between hustle and bustle,
that song that stimulated our bodies,
transporting us to the best concerts where our lips and our limbs were directing the symphony,
that song which always rescinding with the same audience…..the fatigue of our climatic surrender.
We didn't have much, in fact we had nothing at all,
A white dress that highlighted me as his favorite and private artist, he my beloved guitarist who warned my life when it tuned my strings to achieve the best performance.
He didn't have much, in fact we had nothing at all.
We feared nothing, the only thing that disturbed us, was getting up without that song,
that off-key tune, that sang each time to our souls dressed in daydreams and nostalgia.
We didn’t have anything, but together he and I and that old guitar that gave life to our love song...
The world was almost a nuisance!
...
LeydisProse
6/27/2017
https://www.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
What he did in fact have, was magical wand used harmonize my soul.
He didn't have much, in fact he didn’t have anything at all.
Only four walls in a tiny room that could barely fit our dreams, an old guitar, a few tuned strings, a hoarse and raspy voice used to vocalize the same song to a soul garbed in wistfulness.
We didn't have much, in fact we had nothing at all,
just four walls, an old guitar,
a great need to refuge our desires,
loving in our silence to the sound of an old guitar that invited us to a new fantasy.
singing between hustle and bustle,
that song that stimulated our bodies,
transporting us to the best concerts where our lips and our limbs were directing the symphony,
that song which always rescinding with the same audience…..the fatigue of our climatic surrender.
We didn't have much, in fact we had nothing at all,
A white dress that highlighted me as his favorite and private artist, he my beloved guitarist who warned my life when it tuned my strings to achieve the best performance.
He didn't have much, in fact we had nothing at all.
We feared nothing, the only thing that disturbed us, was getting up without that song,
that off-key tune, that sang each time to our souls dressed in daydreams and nostalgia.
We didn’t have anything, but together he and I and that old guitar that gave life to our love song...
The world was almost a nuisance!
...
LeydisProse
6/27/2017
https://www.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
