YOU ARE MY HERO, guitar
Came a few requests for my friend Melvin, for him to say what he thinks of his instrument, and he wrote.
Here you will see a small text, which means an instrument to a person. Made by my friend Melvin
Today I was in a place, a big place, with some people who were only there for a reason, and that is where I do what I liked.
The place was a little dark, not interfering with vision. I could see all those people were close, he could hear their voices, which comes in a beautiful tone, accompanied by beautiful melodies, which is being done by other people with an interesting object. And they, it was what I wanted to do. Yes, I was in the right place. I could hear many voices, chants, some in other languages. And I had the opportunity to hear my voice too, so I did. I tried many times to get it out of me, it was hard, other people did it very well, so well and so great that sometimes I could not hear my voice. Had a good time, the time it took to stop a little with all this ... I could make the notes sound good until I heard the same song, with such an object. But it was different ... There was a bigger sound, I could see something like a guitar, had a box on the side! Six String object that baffled me. Now! That was what I wanted! That was what moved me so much here, inside me.
My problems have not allowed that I could do something, or have something unique. I was a prisoner of my own will, and unfortunately for me, and for local melodies that soon turn into a stage there in a few days, could not have this opportunity. But listen to this girl, yes, that girl, so light, apparently so sure of herself, turned over my "I" within me. His voice goes well, combined with the object, only the object, six strings, creating a melody out the small box. This girl ...
I'd like to be there, but I was not. The problem now was mine. Then I heard other melodies of other people, I do not think more about it, I no longer felt the same hunger as before. But I was there, even for a distant thought, I really was there, and even do what I wanted, I gave it my best. I could hear my voice, but I felt a huge void, I felt that something was missing, something that was there, that girl, something very special to me, I could never have ... You are my hero, guitar.
Here you will see a small text, which means an instrument to a person. Made by my friend Melvin
Today I was in a place, a big place, with some people who were only there for a reason, and that is where I do what I liked.
The place was a little dark, not interfering with vision. I could see all those people were close, he could hear their voices, which comes in a beautiful tone, accompanied by beautiful melodies, which is being done by other people with an interesting object. And they, it was what I wanted to do. Yes, I was in the right place. I could hear many voices, chants, some in other languages. And I had the opportunity to hear my voice too, so I did. I tried many times to get it out of me, it was hard, other people did it very well, so well and so great that sometimes I could not hear my voice. Had a good time, the time it took to stop a little with all this ... I could make the notes sound good until I heard the same song, with such an object. But it was different ... There was a bigger sound, I could see something like a guitar, had a box on the side! Six String object that baffled me. Now! That was what I wanted! That was what moved me so much here, inside me.
My problems have not allowed that I could do something, or have something unique. I was a prisoner of my own will, and unfortunately for me, and for local melodies that soon turn into a stage there in a few days, could not have this opportunity. But listen to this girl, yes, that girl, so light, apparently so sure of herself, turned over my "I" within me. His voice goes well, combined with the object, only the object, six strings, creating a melody out the small box. This girl ...
I'd like to be there, but I was not. The problem now was mine. Then I heard other melodies of other people, I do not think more about it, I no longer felt the same hunger as before. But I was there, even for a distant thought, I really was there, and even do what I wanted, I gave it my best. I could hear my voice, but I felt a huge void, I felt that something was missing, something that was there, that girl, something very special to me, I could never have ... You are my hero, guitar.
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