A busker’s Soul
Ever since I was a little kid, I loved to play music,
The smile never leaves my face even if life has never smiled back at me,
Family warmth is unnamed for me, but commuters are my family, and the street is my home,
My love for music cleared my path leaded me to busking,
It’s a great way for expressing my feelings about the world I live in,
Sometimes, I feel like an emptiness that needs to be filled when I have such passive and transitory audience,
Sometimes, I am lucky when I get a sideways glance, a smile, a wave, a clap or even a nod,
My daily’s quest is to banish machines cacophony and flourish like a tree with my guitar soul in the mysterious alleys of town.
Words of a Guru’s disciple
“If you judge me for what’s on my head instead of what’s in my brain
Then there’s nothing I can do for you
I believe in life, I believe in love
I believe in the youth and I believe in everything I’ve felt and seen
I believe in Paris and I believe in Delhi
And if you don’t
Then there’s something wrong with you and nothing wrong with me
Don’t judge me for my beard
Don’t judge me for my freckles
I am human and my heart beats just like yours
I heard of what they wrote in the papers the other day
And it made me wonder: Where is this beautiful world going ?
It’s 2012 and they judge you for the color of your skin
It’s far away from anything I’ve ever believed in
So don’t judge them for the way they look
Don’t judge them based on where they came from
Don’t hurt people with words stronger than Mohamed Ali
Believe me, one day, you yourself are going to prove yourself wrong
And come back to this letters I wrote and thank me
Love the world, love each other
Love Paris, London, Tokyo, Delhi and Igmir
Love you and love me
Love life and don’t let any second go to waste
Hear me out, I’m grey and old and I know that this life is worth living for…”
BONUS: http://soundcloud.com/frankiewolf/words-of-a-gurus-disciple
The Thinker, The Poet. “What we think, we become.” Buddha
