Late Summer - Gipsy Violinist

ate summer - gipsy violinist In the immense mass of a green leaves flashed the red and yellow ones The promise of a change messengers of the Fall In the air floated certain undertones of a melancholy and decay The melody, as a raging river owerfloaded from a trembling strings The Violin sobbed with a plainitive note its voice, penetrating as an eye of a Sphinx sent the shiver down my spin and left the rest of me afloat. The gipsy man drove his bow as if it was a Devils tool an arrow shot from the Hell The moves stabbed to the heart and pierced humans soul and he kept playing for few coins and understanding smile. The whole day resonated with the joy of a meadow if is filled with the music of birds and humming bees. and with griefs of dusty roads and endless journeys With a passions of the night under twinkling stars with the beauty of a nomad life with the secret of a fortune teller with an eternal damnation.