When the guitar began to swim

When the guitar began to swim
In the universe dreams
Beyond the words and music,
My mind went to a letter’s river
Forgetting the space and time.
 
I could see how the words
Were breaking the chains
And joining the humans
as a family in the world.
 
But the guitar wanted to sing
A story of love
That smashed the selfishness
And people forgave
the enemies they had.
 
When the guitar ended to swim
the reality quickly erased the dreams.
The mystic river only left the drops
seeded in the depth of the eyes,
feeding the desire of freedom
under new and unseen blue skies.
 
But in the air, a melody left
its smell as a free bird,
whispering a simple phrase:
“When the guitar began to swim…”

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