Will and about six years, while "doing time" at home, due to rupture of the patellar tendon of my right knee, fell into my hands a beautiful piano piece composed by my great friend, and godfather to my daughter Ada, Juan Carlos Pedrajas. Result of boredom caused me my confinement, I began to spin a melody and a lyric that could accompany that piece to turn it into a song ... Unfortunately my audacity knows no bounds and ended up recording a subject that, with all merit, became a "lost song" in a corner of the hard drive from my old computer.
yesterday, last night, more accurately, and do not know yet why, I returned to listen to that song created for piano and four voices profane and outrageous lyrics ...
And I began, almost two months after trying one last time to record. The throat, which was not the work he retired to his chambers before me and left me a little frustrated with the recording, but if there's something I characterize it is that I'm stubborn to the point where I insist on something, and today, taking advantage of a quiet time, I've put myself at the computer to record the song, although I have completely stopped destroying the soft and beautiful piece of Juanca, I hope you forgive me someday ...
I leave the letter, because as you know I'm days away from my surgery and the vocal cords are bantante battered, so you'll need if you want to know what song. I also regret not being able to record all the voices, but I have not been capable of more. I just hope not too displeased, and pain and blood that I feel have served swallowing something, at least to me, though be for a while has given me life.
I know that the moon can make us come a mistake mixing
no evil dreams.
And when you're close to achieving what you ache to reach
night is over and goes, everything goes ...
But I know that still holds true, for a moment I had you here
and only for that moment my life and can continue ...
I find it so weird not having you here right by my side ...
And when the sun goes down again, I hope the wind will bring upon him, the soft echo of your voice ...
And you wake me very sweetly if you see me sleeping,
you know I'm not okay if you do not notice you're beside me ...
I find it so weird not having you here right by my side ...
The soft echo of your voice by Mark Salva
