gato -> Will I Remember? (Mar. 15 2009 10:07:58)
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Thinking back to 1992, I remember spending my free days in a local park that serves as an Auschwitz memorial, seranading the people that came and went with my classical guitar, a bag lunch, and a thermos filled with hot coffee. People go there to remember their lives and situation, think, and come together. There sometimes would be a cake sitting on a post, that is customary for people to leave one there in the park, and come to think of it I don't know why. The whole place is filled with brick structures and statues, and bric a brac from WW2. Just thinking about it, I can remember putting my guitar down as I was driven to tears. Once there, a girl who worked in a local cafe the Cafe Nuvo, in town, asked me to play for her as she did her yoga routine and I played and we were there in the park together alone, as the park is situated in town and was a rather private place to go, with it's hidden location, and large trees, and hedges. I remember playing a lot of guitar there, and sometimes I wouldn't even notice the people there, and once, there was even a birthday party there and I just played almost forgetting what was going on, as the people gathered round the picnic tables. It was such a strange, sad, and yet wonderful place in that I really confronted myself there, and it was available and so private, I can hardly begin to tell you of all of the things that were on my mind with the people going in and out like ghosts, and I played some of my best music there, sometimes until I had been there for a few hours at a time and completely forgetting, while the sad park stood there reaching from on the ground, like a torrent that never left me, and somehow I still find myself there deep in my mind, when ever I play and stay the hours contemplating with music. And, I think of today, as the cold winter is lost along into spring; will I remember the times and the music, far into the future and will it stand out, and is there some kind of satisfaction? Seems that whenever I think of it, somehow I have learned the lesson to live for today, yet gently yeilding are the days and the times, and the expression still remains. Gary
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