Bernardino My Friend
Let music come
Let heat dance
Do you know
They dance for you
Bernardino my friend
Do you know
The curious Lord
Very curious of you
Your secret tempo
Those invisible
Those not easily observable
Wings lifting you high
When dancing
From here for here
With my sister
Discrete melodic steps
Crossing lines of music
Talking by dancing
Your hand carved
Almost black oak wood pipe
Whistling off hope
Your ways tell me
You also dance
Not simply talk
You dance by talking
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