falling poems

The cavaquinho story continued today. (see earlier entries in 2010 and 2008).

Out of an old book fell two items that I had thought I had lost! (My clumsy hands knocked over the book, but my dancer tendencies swiftly enabled me to catch it with ease. I suppose things even out that way a lot.)

one: a love poem written hilariously, with such performative zest in Louis Baptista's instrument-making studio, by his friend. This guy was aggressive, forward, obnoxious, always eager to get some kind of laughing response.. but in the form of rhyming (rather cheesy) poems. What a delight to find years later, whopping a huge smile on my face during a time of glum.

Two: hand-written chords to learn on my cavaquinho, slightly puzzling since i don't really think of things in terms of "do re mi fa so" etc, but altogether moved by the grace of these little drawings. Maybe i'll finally learn a few more chords.

Falling poems, falling little drawings.