A fragile instant, on the border between light and shadow, where memories drift like mist over the sea.

I composed this piece on a nylon-string guitar, in a chosen solitude, a gentle, almost peaceful solitude.
The notes glide slowly, like the reflections of the setting sun on an old wooden pier.
They speak of absence, of time slipping away, of the warmth of a day coming to its end.

I wasn’t trying to tell a specific story.
I let the guitar speak for me.
It whispers what words would betray: the soft weight of a last glance, a final ray, my Último Sol.

Último Sol

Arhau