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Charly's guitar
Six strings that make the sound of poetry come to life, a yellowish tobacco color with fluent stripes that flow on its body make this guitar unbeatable, crystal clear, suffocating in a world of darkness and shinning ambers, the PRS shows its majestic sound as it rocks and rolls throughout the rehearsal. I was always asking myself, how could he make poetry with such an angelic guitar, my question will always be unanswered, but my soul shows how love and passions can bring this little hard wood work show its true emotions throughout the body of the player. And I think, wow… so close but yet so far, I sometimes play with his friend guitar, but far, far from being as good as him. I remember the first time I saw the sun, same old feelings that were never gone. Shinny as the sky, and sneaky as a little kid, but that guitar will beat both of them and rule the world by itself; majestic, fluent, free from chains, and that guitar is like a beast, it will never, ever, not even in my dreams, be as good for me as it’s good for Charley or for any other rather than Charley’s hands. He loves the guitar as he loves his soul, he express his emotions like no other, he plays it, and its like listening to the best orchestra, or the best band in the world. Charley is the guitar player in my bad, which I’m the singer, I sometimes listen to him and the other members of the band playing their instruments and I fly away to another place in the universe, or maybe another dimension, and throw away my feelings writing a good song. He takes the guitar everywhere to prove himself how much he loves it, he plays it all the time! When he’s home, at friend’s, and as good of a friend he is, I need to recognize that his guitar remembers me of how good he is, he teaches me techniques he has mastered thru the years, and maybe I play guitar as well, but what I play may be considered as noise compared to how good he knows his guitar and how good he plays it, I wish to have his talent, I wish to play that guitar everyday, because that same guitar would win a thousand million hearts by just the presence of it.
