The e minor after the f.
As he caressed the ropes he contemplated the expanse of the plain, waiting for the spark of inspiration he let his mind rest in the imagery of what was beyond what his eyes could see, peering at the horizon, waiting for the moment when his sight would finally be lost in the immeasurable beauty of the plain, which gently caressed the sky with the tops of the trees of the forest that he could see in the distance. Clinging to his four and imagining harmonies that matched the beauty he was contemplating, he sought to immortalize the moment he lived, what he felt, what he perceived of that sensory experience ina composition that would burst into majesty and that anyone who could hear it would also be filled with the love for the landscape he was contemplating. Such was his expectation that he wanted to recreate that beauty in the subconscious of his audience without necessarily being aware of the inspiration of the piece he was trying to compose. Since childhood our interpreter dreamed of composing a wonderful song, sweet to the ear and embracing the deepest dreams of the soul, he had the belief that the inspiration to compose such a work would come from the sight he got to sit in the caney that was near the well of the higuerones, just there He was able to contemplate the yellow araguanes with all their splendor in the periods where the virgin is celebrated, from time to time he could glimpse the galloping horses and the shy march of the chigua, it was the first thing that came to mind when thinking of happiness. One day he woke up with such determination and love for life that when he took the first sip of coffee he thought he was ready to make the decision to go to the caney and not return until the song was finished; He said goodbye to his wife saying "I'll come back with a masterpiece, you'll fall in love with the song that I'm about to find". He arrived at the caney at eight o 'clock in the morning, and could hear the roars of a cow giving birth a few yards away, and sat down in his favourite place, and swore not to get up till the song was over. Every once in a while he sipped the miche bottle to face the frustration of not having achieved anything all day long, until he glimpsed the flight of a hawk that strolled with majestic skill through the heavens and without thinking about it began to chant an e minor after an f major just as the sun was beginning to descend and the night was beginning to rise. The magic filled his being and played for hours until finally the music ceased and his soul taking over his body spread throughout the plain because the magic happiness that harbored in his spirit he was no longer worthy of a human body.
Gabriel lozano
