so i learned the guitar
with belief and ardor
driven by love and
threatened by gangsters..

mr. stevens, gentle teacher
carcassi guilini and sor
there was the time sand
where dedication lingers..

in his rails and drifter
the life of the traveler
his sweetheart´s hand
hardship and sufferings..

oh the old furniture!
wet arpeggios
and brightest andante
all that anonymous..

ah..the sunsets were
the irrefutable  lore
ah all the bonny lands
for better or for worse..

so harmonics preacher
the deepest core..
all recalled in wand
of magical verse..


all remembered in entire
in a lingering flaw
a travelling heart band
a gold listened purse...