LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013

In its velvety way of being,

The cello also knows how to make love,

Each note, a gentle shudder,

That touches the soul with tenderness and warmth.

Its deep lows, like whispers in the wind,

Embrace the heart in sweet melody,

As if each chord were a feeling

That blossoms in pure harmony.

In its strings, there is contained passion,

A romance between sound and silence,

And in each vibration, life is born,

Spreading in an immense embrace.

The cello makes love when it plays,

Without rush, without pause, only emotion,

And those who listen let themselves be carried,

In this dance between body and song.

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