Mountain landscapes are absorbed by your eyes, which transmute the clear expanses and the lush valleys of conifers into boundless oceans of notes, resonating with shining and crystalline echoes.
And those echoes, inexorably, flow into the blood.
They follow the veins as if they were rivers, absorbing the voice of every stone and every root.
Mesmerized by that primeval spell that only your guitar can make thunder in the dark of the soul, when they surge among your fingers, they illuminate everything with the flickering flash of pure genius.
Cowgirl in the Sand (2009 Remaster)
And those echoes, inexorably, flow into the blood.
They follow the veins as if they were rivers, absorbing the voice of every stone and every root.
Mesmerized by that primeval spell that only your guitar can make thunder in the dark of the soul, when they surge among your fingers, they illuminate everything with the flickering flash of pure genius.
Cowgirl in the Sand (2009 Remaster)
Onirica
27 may 24
DeRank ™: 39,34
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