Returning from college, craved a little romp on the grass, breathing in the green forest. Not believing that the unexpected happen that day. In the immortal silence of the forest, I could hear my piano singing, no one but I played that instrument. Who dared?
White was the foam on percussion,
a swing of soft contrasts.
Was your skin caressed my tracks,
the steam of my silence.
A touch of orchid on me,
the kiss of a chord thirsty.
Bold, reckless dreamer,
a natural touch our lives.
Thus, that the piano was born,
born foam in his hands
and I with him in the beating of your heart
on the passion of its ocean.
Clavel Rojo
Alejandra P. Rodríguez Espinosa. Todos los derechos reservados.
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