The Cemetery of Guitars & The Blue Guitar.

618 + 66 guitars from the east, touched by me in just two hours, 2015/06/11

completed at 11 hours of the morning.

It was a very big place a city of guitars,

there probably, had more than 100,000 guitars.

But for a guitar, live in that place, can be full of darkness.

Equal to a human living in a large metropolis, the excess of other looks like you, 
makes you invisible and their sound becomes imperceptible, 
because there are many songs played simultaneously,

and its sound is lost between the plurality of sounds.

Even if the lonely guitar in Big City, has a real talent, no one will listen to there,

a little sad, on the verge of death.

But the most shocking was to see the cemetery of the guitars,

because there, were more dead guitars, than living in that city.

For those who dream of having, his first guitar,

see this cemetery can be a terrible experience.

And all I saw thousands of guitars, dying already in or next the cemetery.

The cemetery is bordered by the city of keyboards.

May not even David Gilmour will never know the guitar cemetery,

but I saw it, with my own eyes,

Reaching the end of the cemetery, near the graves less beautiful, I met the Blue Guitar,

The blue guitar was accompanied by a pink guitar, blue guitar still had some strings and could take a few chords, pink guitar totally silent because no had strings.

I asked to Blue Guitar, what she did to the bottom of this cemetery?

Guitar answered me, just finished our last tour, and we are here to prepare the our humble tombs, 
and sigh our last sound!

I replied to the blue guitar, do not talk this nonsense, you are very young, without a scratch, and the pink guitar, only missing the strings!

The Blue Guitar answered me, you do not understand, there comes a time that everything really has to end, everything has an apex, everything has a apogee and certainly never meet a guitarist with so much talent equal one who touched me, and left me, so already we decided!

I replied to the blue guitar, you do not believe in renewal, the rebirth of new talent.

So Blue Guitar replied to this generation, what will remain just empty of your lost image, in the mirror of illusion, because the aura of true music is gone with me.

This was not a fable about guitars.

After seeing what I saw, the Uozomi's Blue Guitar, gained a new mystique.

Perhaps the other guitar, should be rebaptized.

Blues Solo of Blue Guitar and 3 graves, Pink Guitar, Blue Guitar and an empty grave.

Side by side.

Side A, Side B, like the fine tradition of Long Player.

Maybe you breathe Rock almost every day, but it will be far the comprehension of You, about Jimi Hendrix guitar sacrifice in Monterey festival.

He spared your Fender in Woodstock, but why he sacrificed the most virtuous in Monterey?

The Rock more a byproduct of the entertainment industry,

the industry crushing souls, equal a windmill,

where to survive with little talent, is necessary to shock.

Basic rule, You have no music then scandalize, no talent, then shock!

Children with your mothers, close your eyes and say to themselves, Now, I am Motherless!

One staging, just to have a futile reason for rebellion.

Then to continue this way in the Rock, 

the fuel for the human emotions.

Love and confusion.

Everything is so convenient, yesterday was Friday narrowly missed, to be Friday 13th,

Is easy to understand why, today mean death.

A chalice that will never be shared.