I had hoped to hear the chords played again one day.
Without them, I’m lost in this nothingness.
Wandering after far-off music, through a desert of ashes.
If the tone had a color, it would be a mixture of pink and red.
Constantly afraid of it fading away.
Terrified of the silence that may come.
My final memories are pulling me towards the end of a black alley.
There’s a door in the darkness. I struggle to find my way through the door.
I can hear it clearly now: the most beautiful melody ever created by man.
I enter the womb: and there, forever remains, that change from G to E Minor.
Sacado de la cabeza de
- Poeta de Tinta Ciega
- Gijón, Asturias, Spain
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