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This collection is a tribute to the people I love and admire who have lived their lives as free spirited persons.
They take life with grace and passion so that each day is not spent in vain.
Time passes and these people get older, they end up losing a part of themselves. But deep down they are the same, improvising their actions like retired jazzmen.
Created from the poem bellow :
The Ghost of Improvisation
I knew a jazzman admired by all. Who was far from perceiving the fall Sometimes twirling and inspired, Sometimes dissonant and tortured.
He didn't need a score to distill the notes of his life. Nor a conductor to avoid the strife. I saw him again, improvising each movement. As if suspended in time, there was no judgment
With the thread of his emotions, he knitted a harmony, In which I always dreamed of playing my symphony. I still hear this virtuoso, but his genius is wavering. Jazz endures but the man is crumbling
There was a time but that time has passed away. Illuminated by the twilight he continues to play. His beautiful melodies that made me cry. In the light of the dawn I still see them in the sky
I know a Jazzman, who wanders like a ghost. Playing indefinitely the pieces that he lost. Time passes slowly but there comes an hour. Where no sound will come out of its tower
This time no need to mark the pulsations. Because the sun will have set on his improvisations
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