Jorge Narvaez: Music, Photography, Writing

Rosa,

I think about the way your hair is so enchanting and strong. How my fingers play a lovely song, the air around us is humbled, happy. You vibrate in rhythm and create, you long for me I long for you. It all depends on where I lay my fingers, where do I begin, where should I start. Don’t be sad not today, lets put a smile on that note, a rhythm your hair dances with my fingers, a ballad this time, no fast engagements just accept, take my caress and give a wholesome classical evening of music from your wooden heart, that fills my soul with hope to be as delightful and as strong as you are. So I can give my little heart(s) your philosophy your values your religion your legacy. They will one day know where to set their tiny fingers and find you like I found…me.