With the heart in the guitar.

I met her in my adolescence
at a happy celebration party
of high school classmates,
and I was there with my guitar
that I didn't play very well,
but I played it with a lot of grace.

It was just the two of us
in the lobby of the spacious house,
and I dedicated to her a couple of songs
which she applauded with big bliss,
and as a reward for having pleased her,
we closed our eyes, and I received a kiss.

My heart turned to inspired fingers
and we became still again
because the other attendants returned
because they were sheltering from the rain.

Today I have remembered this beautiful experience
and I would like to turn back time
to put my heart again
in those six bodies with soulful sounds
and not to feel the irruption of the rain.