There was a beat in my mind, a rhythm I wanted to recreate with the guitar I held in my arms. I looked at Armando and said, “Ok, here it goes, add to it as you see fit,”
I allowed the rhythm that was playing in my mind to travel to my strumming of the guitar while my other hand moved with each of the chords’ melody.
Armando held his melodica close to his mouth and waited for the right moment to join. I could see that he was feeling his way through it. At one point, I lost my grasp on the present moment and I traveled with the rhythm that I was now channeling onto the guitar. My experience exemplified when I heard my friend Armando’s melodica’s soft and long whispers interlace perfectly with my guitar strumming. I could sense that we both had our eyes closed and we traveled together with the music we were creating intuitively.
In a distant room, there was an angelic voice that joined us - A woman’s voice.
I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror that hung in front of me. I was about 30 years old and I seemed to be happy.
Eight, Thirty-Six and I jumped back into the subway train and we keep moving forward or backward. At that moment, it was hard to tell which way we were truly traveling.
Thirty-Six said, “a couple of stops, and we’ll get off there.” I smiled wondering if my smile now at 17 years old was the same as the one I had just seen on me when I was 30 some years old.
We arrived to our destination and hurried to get out.
We laughed so much. Cesar had given me a punch in the face but it was hilarious to me. I stood my ground mimicking a boxer and swerved side to side. He then came charging at me again, landing all his punches on my body and on my face. I laughed so hard that he stopped and laughed with me. As we sat down on the floor, we both took off our gloves and smiled. Cesar’s older brother held our hands up as if we both had won the fight. In a nearby room, we heard an angelic voice singing. Combined with our laughter - it was a sweet harmony. I looked at myself in the mirror that was in front of me - I was about 7 years old.
We got back on the subway train and I looked at both Eight and Thirty-Six. I stared at them deeply then I understood what had just happened.
“Eight, you’re Armando a friend that I will encounter in my future and Thirty-Six you’re Cesar – my friend from the past. But, at 15 years old you committed suicide, so how could you be here as part of the Sacred Society?” I asked
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I allowed the rhythm that was playing in my mind to travel to my strumming of the guitar while my other hand moved with each of the chords’ melody.
Armando held his melodica close to his mouth and waited for the right moment to join. I could see that he was feeling his way through it. At one point, I lost my grasp on the present moment and I traveled with the rhythm that I was now channeling onto the guitar. My experience exemplified when I heard my friend Armando’s melodica’s soft and long whispers interlace perfectly with my guitar strumming. I could sense that we both had our eyes closed and we traveled together with the music we were creating intuitively.
In a distant room, there was an angelic voice that joined us - A woman’s voice.
I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror that hung in front of me. I was about 30 years old and I seemed to be happy.
Eight, Thirty-Six and I jumped back into the subway train and we keep moving forward or backward. At that moment, it was hard to tell which way we were truly traveling.
Thirty-Six said, “a couple of stops, and we’ll get off there.” I smiled wondering if my smile now at 17 years old was the same as the one I had just seen on me when I was 30 some years old.
We arrived to our destination and hurried to get out.
We laughed so much. Cesar had given me a punch in the face but it was hilarious to me. I stood my ground mimicking a boxer and swerved side to side. He then came charging at me again, landing all his punches on my body and on my face. I laughed so hard that he stopped and laughed with me. As we sat down on the floor, we both took off our gloves and smiled. Cesar’s older brother held our hands up as if we both had won the fight. In a nearby room, we heard an angelic voice singing. Combined with our laughter - it was a sweet harmony. I looked at myself in the mirror that was in front of me - I was about 7 years old.
We got back on the subway train and I looked at both Eight and Thirty-Six. I stared at them deeply then I understood what had just happened.
“Eight, you’re Armando a friend that I will encounter in my future and Thirty-Six you’re Cesar – my friend from the past. But, at 15 years old you committed suicide, so how could you be here as part of the Sacred Society?” I asked
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