[Music]
It's just wood with strings, it's just a
box with a
hole, a silly thing that we tune and
play, we make the same gestures a thousand times, we
clean it, we caress it with our
fingertips like a big cat in the
crook of our
neck. It's just wood, yes, but it's
tender, like a voice we love to hear.
Men fight to
hold it on their laps.
[Music]
She carries life in her
womb, she seduces us when she
sings,
she is fertile, she is charming, she
drives us
crazy. I put her body on my chest,
I held her tight like a
gift, it seems she's taken root all the way up
my back.
She's made me a little bent over
since she's lived against my
heart, since she's been my concubine, my
demigod. I confide in her what enrages me,
she translates it in her own way,
she answers me in her language with
sounds,
she makes me joyful and
serene, changes my sorrows into tiny flecks
that fly away with their
row towards
[Music]
the horizon
[Music] it's just
wood with shapes it's just a
box with a
hole often I realize how much I owe it when
men leave me when life hurts me
I listen to its voice that
hums and I
[Music]
smile