Carta a Ileana (Letter to Ileana), what instrument is you?
Ileana:
- In the same order as you, my friend, choose the guitar as my favorite, for her welcoming waist, touchable, portable, her warm soul of wood, sometines hot, imbedded in permanent nostalgia, the most versatile....
- The piano for royal, stable, sound and playful. Crist could have been this instrument, children are always welcome to try.
- The violin, elevated, cunning, spiritual and pure.
- The bass in Sade music, transporter to a dream world.
- Percussion as the foundation of my dance.
- Alan Parsons electronic Music, sublime.
- The sax, my sensual, and the one from Foreigner, from an Alien world !!
- The harmonica, as a reminder of the girls my dad played, flamboyant cowgirls.
- The banjo, playful youngster.
- The harp, my angelical beginnings,
- The trumpet, extraneous cry, in the hand of a firm man, Genial !!
- The flute, mmm .... believe is gay, so it can go to any extreme, though mostly in zestful joy.
And the marimba, because even though I love it, its rare to have the pleasure of her company.
Therefore my friend, though I don't have the memories in the flower of my skin, I can tell you that I remember those melodies we play together in my best and worst days.
And in the same tune, I can tell you Ileana that we shall add more harmonies to the ones we already sang together, sometimes as a Sax (symbol), most times as a guitar, with a touch of violin and plenty of drums.
Jorge.
Ileana:
- En el mismo orden que tu, escojo como favorita la guitarra, por ser acogedora, acinturada, portatil, maderal, caliente a veces, nostalgica constante, la mas versatil.
- El piano por regio, estable, solido y burlon.
- El violin por elevado, astuto, espiritual y puro. (Mis hijos tocan violin por cierto).
- Los bajos en Sade, como teletransportadores a un mundo de sueños.
- La bateria y las percusiones por ser la base del baile.
- La musica electronica de Alan Parsons, sublime.
- El sax por sensual..... Ese sax de Foreigner !!! De otro mundo !!!!!.
- La armonica porque me recuerda a mi papa, flamboyesca campirana....
- El banjo jocoso y juvenil.
- El arpa, angelical de mis inicios.
- La trompeta por chillona y estruendosa, en manos de un hombre firme: genial....
- La flauta, mmm... se me hace que puñalona, y asi puede se puede ir a cualquier extremo, pero casi siempre se mantiene dulce y alegre.
Y la marimba, porque aunque me encanta, pocas veces tengo el placer de estar con ella.....
Y asi, mi amiga, aunque no tengo los recuerdos a flor de piel ahora, si te puedo decir que constatemente los he evocado en mis peores y mejores momentos.
Y asi mismo, tengo la certeza que agregaremos otros cuantos acordes a la lista, a veces como Sax (symbol) a veces como guitarra, un poquito de violin, y mucho de Tambor.
Jorge.
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