It’s been a long walk since I took my guitar so many years ago and I wrote my first chord. Alone, in my gloomy room, with no money, with no love, with no many friends.
Those, were vinyl times, with the voice of John Fogerty in my head. Times when The Eagles they were a soundtrack of a life, and Bruce Springsteen he was strugglin to show he’s the best among all.
A long road of tears and dusty dawns. Many winters and many rain. Many crazy nights. Many roadmiles and many loneliness.
Devouring books about philosophy, buddhism and spiritual teachings, trying to understand the world around with a bottle of Jack Daniels beside me.
And now I’m more adult than I would like. The days to going nuts are so far now. And some of my best moments they fade out with the mist of days.
I had it in my hands too many times until disappear between my fingers. I lost that girl, that job, that speed-up in the life’s highway just in the worst moment. Hard to remember, and proud to wear it.
But I knew that I had my voice and my fingers to play the string. I had my faith, my own personal God, and a powerful lion asleep inside of me, waiting the moment to roar and kick the ass to my own demons.
And that’s why I think I’m not a singer! Maybe I’m another kind of stuff. Because every act of my life and every note of my music are focused to the faith of being able to build an ethical and better society.
Too many times our people they’ve been lost, listening the selfish chord of those stingy greedy. But this is the time to return this common people the voice that belongs to them in our streets. The time when the lion wake up and his roar says; We’re here! No late, no soon. Just now!
And nobody will stop us from playing our own chord, dance our own song and sing our own story. And we’ll show to some of these damn arrogants that we finally wake up our own lion! The roar of humble!