MY FRIENDS, MY INSPIRATION IX - The song of my secret https://youtube/watch?v=v9rh7__E2rw Notes who cry the song of my love Notes that are missed in the presence of this pain That are loved alone; wept softly Like a secret that says: “I cannot”, But it was always wanted. Oh, if I could slide my fingers For all this exuberance That my eager eyes of passion look through. However, screams the scales: “I wish, but I cannot “. Then I cry my secret In the morning songs that involve my being That there is long time needs to belong. I touch my blow instrument like a sigh, As my breath exhausted, seek more life, Life that my heart sings in the secret of the soul. I create bulky and crazy chords I play with these lazy but graceful notes, Rhythms are uncommitted, indecent. Its like playing your incandescence. It sounds as the voice of your charms. But it is in my heart that the song rocks In this reverent pulse, well marked; Equally, the correct and obsessed melody jumps compensated. This right is not mine. I always hear this lament song That tears me the chest, dull, That disharmonizes and detunes from my desire Because I have found my own arpeggio, Not in my time. Pause without permission. Counterpoint. Dissonances. Reluctant extension. Against all odds. Against me that I wanted just a song, That was not the secret song But that was always the passion one. Eloise T. M. Barrier - 06/10/05 Dedicated to my good friend Marcelo Theodoro (Uba, MG, Brazil) – trombone player, frolic, funny, however full of mysteries. (This is one of my best poems!)
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