The Guitar It came with those scratches from all their belt buckles, palm-dark with their sweat like the stock of a gun: an arc of pickmarks cut clear through the lacquer where all the players before me once strummed—once thumbed these same latches where it sleeps in green velvet. Once sang, as I sing, the old songs. There’s no end, there’s no end to this world, everlasting. We crumble to dust in its arms. -- Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html Arrangements, Acoustic Guitar: Vinicius Castro Viola: Pedro Vizzarro Vallejos Violin: Delaney Stöckli Violin: Francesca Dardani Violoncello: Caleigh Drane Vocals: Benji Kaplan Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil Design by Fabiano Araruna