The guitar makes dreams cry

The crying of lost souls escapes from its

round mouth

And like the tarantula

It weaves a huge star to catch sighs that float on its black wooden tank  

(translated by Donald Hall from Frederico Garcia Lorca)

 

Listen to Casson's Sometimes I Wish I Could Play Guitar by watching the video opposite!

See the full series of photos below!

Sometimes I wish

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Day 1 - There's no light at the window