% The Best Times - Poem by Laa Finita
Dedicated to my, once, fellow singers. I was lucky to know them, for which I'll always be gratefull.
Tears, joy, euphoria, rest.
Sublime chords, all songs,
shuddered our bodies and souls.
While we stared to each other, knowing,
we're musical instruments in God.
Where are you, fellow singers?
Incredibly gifted, funny and warm,
humorists, dancers, friends,
acrobats in the trapeze,
tango singers, opera, ones.
And me, a simple apprentice,
who knows, by what magic luck,
trying to reach their gild skills,
almost achieving, thanks
the courage, over me, they cast.
Reaching the last part in this trip,
As Paddy, wisely recomends,
I found a place where I recognized myself.
Those angels that shared twelve years of my life,
gave me braveness, joy and acceptance,
love, Music and peace of mind.
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