Rock as Simple as That
I would like to share this essay i made about rock
Rock, as simple as that...
We all the people in this room, have know of something supreme, something much important beyond our understanding, a mixture of feelings that take us to a deep meditation, something so mystically absolut that takes our souls to a parallel universe oh joy and pleasure, something sacred, something naturally indeed in our world... and i'm not talking about God.
Im Talking about a guitar.
When we close our eyes, and try to think in perfection, we can deal with thinks of a woman/men shape, a tought we can hug with both hands, naturally we associate perfection with the taste of a Chateau Lafite 1789, with the sound of Tchaikovski 1812 Symphony, with the smile of our loved one, all this mix of emotions make a rush of thinks, of things we can't express with one word, feelings that simulate a lyrical perfection...
We are thinking in our song
Fellings so strong that can make, our minds to move at the rythm of our emotions...
That's the moment when we have to grab a sacred guitar and translate this feelings to a language that can be understood by all living beings, we think about our melody, and we think of perfection at the same time, our hands guides the holy strings of our guitar to heretic melodies, we make our feeling and our desires into a universe of rythmical concordance, a world were our strings express our deepest thoughts, our anguishes, and our guitar extract the death all we have in our souls and creates a desire of live.
All the people like emotion, some of them just want hanging out,
Other like going into and extasis of Rythm, an extasis that needs no drugs. But for us that see the Guitar as our deepest friend, and like to multiply feelings into a non-acoustic Anthem of Glory and Jubilee.
We like Rock.
So if you're not your mommy's predilect son/daughter, or a Wannabe who fears our heretic lirycs.
Grab a Guitar and fill of Joy and electric brain impulses, a place where time and space are only your basic nightmares, were your hand is faster than light and your mind is fearless.
It will continue...
Rock, as simple as that...
We all the people in this room, have know of something supreme, something much important beyond our understanding, a mixture of feelings that take us to a deep meditation, something so mystically absolut that takes our souls to a parallel universe oh joy and pleasure, something sacred, something naturally indeed in our world... and i'm not talking about God.
Im Talking about a guitar.
When we close our eyes, and try to think in perfection, we can deal with thinks of a woman/men shape, a tought we can hug with both hands, naturally we associate perfection with the taste of a Chateau Lafite 1789, with the sound of Tchaikovski 1812 Symphony, with the smile of our loved one, all this mix of emotions make a rush of thinks, of things we can't express with one word, feelings that simulate a lyrical perfection...
We are thinking in our song
Fellings so strong that can make, our minds to move at the rythm of our emotions...
That's the moment when we have to grab a sacred guitar and translate this feelings to a language that can be understood by all living beings, we think about our melody, and we think of perfection at the same time, our hands guides the holy strings of our guitar to heretic melodies, we make our feeling and our desires into a universe of rythmical concordance, a world were our strings express our deepest thoughts, our anguishes, and our guitar extract the death all we have in our souls and creates a desire of live.
All the people like emotion, some of them just want hanging out,
Other like going into and extasis of Rythm, an extasis that needs no drugs. But for us that see the Guitar as our deepest friend, and like to multiply feelings into a non-acoustic Anthem of Glory and Jubilee.
We like Rock.
So if you're not your mommy's predilect son/daughter, or a Wannabe who fears our heretic lirycs.
Grab a Guitar and fill of Joy and electric brain impulses, a place where time and space are only your basic nightmares, were your hand is faster than light and your mind is fearless.
It will continue...
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