Music

The soft music glides up to my window like a bell.

Like a coin the music flies out like a bird sliding without command.

The music laughs in the bottom of my heart and in the center of my brain.

Music nails an idea that takes me to the scorpion music screams loudly we want revolution, we want to change!

Music touches the trees touches the rivers touches the seas touches the flowers touches the leaves touches my kiss touches your kiss.

Music is friends exploding laughing to infinity music is a baby's cooing that gurgles slowly.

Music is a tidal wave is an earthquake is a tsunami is a hurricane is the Aurora borealis sweeping the snows of the Arctic music is the first drizzle falling on the Atlantic is the drops of sweat of a camel in the Gobi desert.

Music is an ode to the abyss a moral hymn to the self music is a silence right in the center of the chest music is a melancholic melody that helps not to die not to fall apart music to unite.

Music is a battlefield music wounds music spits music kills music kills music buries music hates music hates music is war.

And music is your love song with my love song is that unique and unforgettable kiss we gave each other when I saw infinity for the first time.

Music is the game of life and death music enters the body in every second in every millimeter music is the hair that turns and the eyes that shine and the mother that subtly breastfeeds music is the soul that leaves the body when the moment of death arrives music for the death of a son.

Music rises in honor of Aphrodite in honor of Zeus in honor of Athena music sings with the strength of Thor with the rage of Odin with the joy of Krishna music unites Don Quixote with Dulcinea music rises before the God of Abraham and sings Hallelujah.

Music drives the Achaeans music makes Salome dance her macabre dance music makes King David compose psalms music creates tragedy with the song of the sacred goat of Dionysus.

The music of the Nazis the music that in the camps Arbeit macht frei the music is horrendous at the time when it saturates and saturates and saturates and saturates the head because it wants to sell and sell and sell and sell and sell and sell and sell...

The music that dances with rage in the tropics the cumbias and salsas with the dark women dressed in colors and the men with the incisive looks the music that sings from the center of Africa to the millions of gods with faces of death and bodies of life the music that explodes in India and overflows the Himalayas intoning each tiny note to a God and another God and another God and another God and another God....

The light music of shinto in a plum petal...

The ritual music of the marriages of the coronations of the funerals of the concerts of the movies of the discotheques of the stadiums of the theaters of the drug the music of sex the music that touches the sky.

The levitating music of the Gregorian chant the music of the hassan in the synagogue singing to the Nameless One the music of the muezzin calling the Lord of Heaven the music that broke the veil of the crucified the huge music of the spiritual gong.

The traditional music of every village in the world the music with its balalaikas with its zithers with its guitars with its violins with its banjos and drums with its flutes and charango in the Andes and the Capoeira fight.

The music of the streets made with cans the music of the carnival made with sticks the music of the shouts the music of the murmured poetry the music of the shouted words the music of the sweetest words of life the music made with pans and spoons the music that is adding people and more people and more people and more people and unites and unites and unites and then split.

The music that is sold in billions of homes in their musical devices in their televisions in their microchips in their advertisements in their businesses in the streets the music to sell the music to buy.

The music is a I love you the music is you when I look at you and when you look at me the music is my eyes in your eyes the music is this moment stopped the music does not need time.

The music comes flying through my closed window makes me cry of pain and joy!!!