Some time ago
He was born
Angel or Demon
He was certainly a genius
Since his childhood, victory follows him
His Masters had nothing more to teach
Many challenges he overcame
And rewards received
Around him
An aura of satanism and magic
Involved in an atmosphere
Supernatural geniality
(The young causes fright
His fame grows and everybody wants to see
The Wizard of the South
Of undecipherable smile)
Like in a dream, a demon with horns
Tail and shells
Playing violin, a diabolical sonata
The bookstand and the partiturs
Were burning in flames
I have never seen or heard something like it in my life
People that used to cross the cemetery said
That they had seen, hovering over the graves...
A thin and old man playing his violin
(The young causes fright
His fame grows and everybody wants to see
The Wizard of the South
Of undecipherable smile)
He is dead, but not his legend, neither his opus