Guitar Poem by Luz EtchemendiGaray

Guitar



I would like to be a guitar in your hands,
Which hidden strig will resonate?

When you leave
the melody will follow your foodsteps.
A bewitching music
will expand in the air,
arrive at other beaches.
Surprised those people who hear it
will sketch a tear,
perhaps a smile.

(Translated by Daniel Ginhson, Sue Littleton and the author)

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Luz EtchemendiGaray

Luz EtchemendiGaray

Parana, Entre Rios Argentina
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