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When a hand touches the strings the guitar is not bright an instrument is an orchestra intimate whispers the mysterious harmonies of the heart. It's something that suffers, he feels, he cries and sings, his throw light strings sparks of passion, of mad joy without names, of sentences very profound, desfallecedoras and unreadable.
guitar psychology is the psychology of popular soul of those souls who cross the rough life in the shadows, laughing and crying because they taste good laugh and who cry, you feel the love of country as a delicious confusion, which encourages blood shed for something indefinable, that hate and love the fierceness of the instinct that mothers mourning their endless complaints, with a burning pain and resigned that never dissipates, the feeling souls develops spontaneously with dazzling colors with brutal forms, while the intelligence, as static electricity flowing numb. Souls are not the ideal world rather than the high peaks, but the most beautiful, the ideas mothers who breast in the dark, in the mysterious paths of the heart to the brain is disfiguring, becoming moody and disproportionate contours.
The guitar is a symbol of feeling, perhaps because it is shaped like a woman. The guitar is female, grammatical and psychologically.
The headstock is the head, like the woman adorned with blue ribbons or red that loose wavy look like the blond hair or dark locks excited, his neck is the neck straight, straight as the Venus de Milo, the dishes are strings of pearls and seed (because it is Moorish), and the box is Cavalier curved shoulders, hips magic.
Its strings should not be called first, second, third, etc. Six records are expressing feelings of the soul: laughter, love appeal, kisses, sighs, hatred and jealousy, crying.
guitar Like the woman as a prostitute too easily falls into the hands of vice and accompanies the filthy songs of mad orgy, get drunk and raucous shouts and sound out of tune with the heaviness of drunkenness. Sometimes in the midst of the depravity of their rufianezcas flourishes, their strings vibrating in a sincere cry, a gentle nostalgia and a woe! heartbreaking, like an explosion of tears, as if lamenting the sad fate that led her to chant the bitter pleasures of the flesh.
As the woman is fickle and difficult, he rebels at first and then submit as a slave and is rich in lullabies, resists playing, tune to engage more frequently, and when desperate, jump to the neck of the press and embraces him with a flood of harmony. Is faithful and affectionate with constant forgetting is easy and has all the ingratitude and perfidy of female heart. Feel
all tenderness and when it is old, when he can not sing nor sigh joys loves going to the hands of the poor blind and begging for him.
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