A pleasant day at work, though performance
Seemed to suffer later on from the strain
Enjoyed it though from head down to my pants
It's not supposed to be like this again
Back home, Javi had left, the man from Spain
Has an English course Wednesdays and Fridays
He'll be back soon, played guitar tunes, I aim
Not to look, and don't look much nowadays
But play in increasingly jazzy ways
Me and my guitar are deep in romance
I'm finding it easy, fingers insane
Saw the shadows of their moving amazed
At the shadowplay on the wall, my hands
Like mad spiders writhing as if in pain
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