You know me and this guitar seen brighter daysWrote better songs and traveled so far
But now the strings are rusted
And all my dreams are busted
Son there's no more songs left in this old guitar
Son there's no more songs in this old guitar
We've been together through many years
Shared a lot of tears and played a lot of smokey bars
We've set beneath the moon together picking to the stars
Great picture, autumn in the mirror. And a very melancholic poem that fits perfectly.
RăspundețiȘtergereI love music, I also have two guitars ... you have not touch it, see if one day return. I really like the composition and the reflection on the guitar. Very nice.
RăspundețiȘtergereFantastic picture!
RăspundețiȘtergereMe gustaría poder tocar bien la guitarra y cantarme a mí misma o a los demás las noches en las que me sienta sola.
Although there may not be any songs in the guitar, there are still many songs in your heart. They are just being sung in your photographs.
RăspundețiȘtergereGod Bless,
Mimmy
La música amansa a las fieras ...
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