Where do I belong? Is it here or there? Do I want to belong, or do I want to just be?
Time goes by,
in the blink of an eye.
Give your life to what you believe,
and finish what you wanted to achieve.
It all ends one way or another,
but the love you give lives in each other.
Somehow, it all turns out well,
and, looking forward, you begin to tell,
how your life will look,
even if you go by the book.
Start at the beginning.
You never know, you might be winning.
How I love the look on his face, when all he does is play the guitar, sing his favorite song, and smile. His face, marked after years of the same expression, staring into space, reading invisible lyrics. Peace makes him relax, look at ease, and close his eyes, as if he were sleeping. What a life, what a time! What a moment of pure love and passion, a moment of an understanding between musician, instrument and music. A song of a long life, a hard working man, and the love for his wife and his music. The life of this man, I notice. I know.
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