The Gates (Paco de Lucia dedication)

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I finally came to the Gates
No one is there to meet me
Just the Emptiness
I slowly open the door
I see the man sitting on the cloud
Like on the floor
He dressed in all white
He knows everything about everything
He seen many many many before me
I am speechless
So it is true
I say:
I have nothing to say to you
His eyes are piercing my soul
Two other men appear behind me
They dressed in black
Their faces are blank
No eyes, no ears and no tongue
Buddhist Paradise
No words are spoken but I know it’s my time
I pick the guitar and start playing
Two men move closer to me
But the One on the cloud raises his hand
They stop
I start playing everything I knew about my life
The sad parts and the light parts in it
Fusing all my sorrows, dreams and beliefs
I play Flamenco, Sephardi, Arabic and Greek
His eyes become warmer and he nods to the two behind me
They leave
It was only me, his gaze and nothing else
I feel like I disappear in his deep dark eyes
Suddenly I can see myself sitting on the cloud
I see the man playing guitar in front of me
I feel that I know him somehow
The music is so gentle and beautiful
It’s like I never heard before
It’s like the cloud I am sitting on
It’s like the thought I am thinking of
It’s like everything in the world
It’s like the dream I have been created from....

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