Music is
to see further away
and to lose oneself in themselves
the light that's reborn
and gathers the reflections
on azure lowlands that open themselves
on and on my thoughts space
and I myself realize
what everything around me, to me
Music is
the measured dance
of all your breaths upon me
the feast of your eyes
just smiles at me
you and the sound of your lips
you always
reached that harmony more
I will listen to you doubly because
you are music for me, for me
I hear again the voices
from the street where I was born
I've called my mother sometimes
but the cry of liberty was stronger
and under the sun that strikes
the courtyards, the walkways dusty
from the children that play
not stopping there anymore
I still feel like singing
in dialect, the pitter patter
of rain on the roof
all this for me
this sweet playing of the harp
is music to remember
it's inside me...
it makes up part of me...
it walks with me...it is
music is
the friend who talks to you
when you feel alone
you know that you can find a hand
It is...music is
to preserve,
to save together with you