Uma viola se cala. Tudo se cala e todos choramos a partida do violeiro.
Meu coração está duro, uma pedra no peito, gelada e triste:
O mundo perdeu um Artista, eu perdi um Mestre, um irmão, um grande amigo: JOÃO VIOLA.
Não tenho palavras que descrevam a gratidão que tenho por ele, meu mestre caipira dos toques e ponteios.
Sei, apenas, que um dia tocaremos juntos novamente, no luar do sertão e das estrelas!
JOÃO VIOLA: ADEUS!
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