"bIeno, imagined by nature, arose from the earth of a painful desert, wounded by wind and ears full of sand. He came back to the world with a renovated spirit in his voice. He took an instrument at home to make company to his friends. The true friendship gave birth to this music, but the whole dream was possible thanks to the human bonding that feed any being, as the roots does to the tree. He perceived nature from human warmth, then Borges murmured: Do you want to see what human eyes didn't? Lo...
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"bIeno, imagined by nature, arose from the earth of a painful desert, wounded by wind and ears full of sand. He came back to the world with a renovated spirit in his voice. He took an instrument at home to make company to his friends. The true friendship gave birth to this music, but the whole dream was possible thanks to the human bonding that feed any being, as the roots does to the tree. He perceived nature from human warmth, then Borges murmured: Do you want to see what human eyes didn't? Look at the moon, do you want to hear what ears couldn't? Listen to the bird's shout!" by R.G. From Chihuahua, Chihuahua México.
