Sete Cordas

Nothing will make me suffer
'Cause I carry in my heart
The body of my guitar singing
Nothing gives me more pleasure
Not even a great passion
Than the sound of the seven strings
Of my guitar playing

And I find myself obeying
I don’t even know why
And I feel a transformation
And the chords come out without trying
Unintentionally a song emerges

And I feel my heart in my fingers
Strolling calmly
Chasing away the fears
That dwell in my soul
And I let myself be wrapped
By the arm of my guitar

And my chest
Fiber by fiber
Vibrates passionately
With the high and low strings
And that’s when I
Feel the hand of God
In my hand.

I start to strum
With emotion and fervor
The old melodies
Full of new harmonies

And in that moment then
I’m a dreamer
A companion of love songs
I even start to sing without realizing
Some verses and rhymes

And then I begin to see
That I was never alone
My guitar accompanied me
Throughout my journey

And for that, I want to thank
By making a song
Talking about you,
My friend guitar,
Who will be with me
Until I die.