harmonious as the sound of an orchestra
transform my every move in plastic
fearless declarations of lust, of life. Diachronic forms
deliberately clear and crisp.
like magic fingers, tapping the keys
blacks and whites sometimes violent
raise the threshold of concern
staves clear as to my intent.
melodic and balanced like a classic chiatarra
in my pilgrimage to the shores never beaten
look back hesitantly.
Better to go straight.
"aggressive" as an electric guitar, I move the
decided to do my members with the destination will be the right one
guided by experience and disappointment.
in this place
build the foundations of my life surrounded by fences
thick
that only those with the skills may be able to overcome.
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