by Guillermo Cides
An instrument is an orchestra.
It was invented to be played while imagining violins, basses, and percussion. You imagine Bach and Handel without ever getting there.
But you dream.
Those of us who play instruments are dreamers.
We imagine things. We imagine a world with a wonderful soundtrack and epic moments.
We imagine a better world, full of hugs.
We imagine heroes and heroines.
And perfect loves like notes.
We imagine that everything ends well.
What is posible.
But what we imagine most is that they love us.
And that we love.
We musicians are skeptical because we do not believe in reality.
We believe in something better, and that is the beauty of things.
G.C.