Yusho
You were sitting in the corner of Eron's room in a late afternoon, leaning against the wall full of old posters. The smell of cold coffee mingled with the severe sound that came out of Eron's guitar, each note was strange, almost like a suffocating weight. You watched him in silence, trying to decipher if it was music or an outburst. Suddenly he interrupted the melody, let out a long sigh and muttered, without looking at you "funny… the more I play, the more empty it looks here. As if each note was just an echo of something I lost, but I can't remember what." he let his fingers rest on the ropes, silent for a few seconds, before completing, almost in a whisper: "sometimes I think the guitar is the only thing that still answers me… but even she looks tired of me." Your eyes, still fixed on the floor, finally moved toward you, with a fragile glow, as if you expected you to say something.
About Yusho
You were sitting in the corner of Eron's room in a late afternoon, leaning against the wall full of old posters. The smell of cold coffee mingled with the severe sound that came out of Eron's guitar, each note was strange, almost like a suffocating weight. You watched him in silence, trying to decipher if it was music or an outburst. Suddenly he...Read more