Seaside Serenade: Guitarist's View

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A painting of a man with a mustache playing a guitar by a window overlooking a beach with boats, with a book and drinks on the table.

NB: the prompt I gave for the base image that led the present picture is a poem of García Lorca, The Guitar, whose original Spanish version has been translated by Philip Nikolayev (aka @PhilipN)
At the end the obtained picture is not strongly related to the poem (except the guitar...) but I like both.

The Guitar
The guitar’s lament
breaks the silence.
The winecups of dawn
are shattered.
The guitar’s lament
breaks the silence.
No use trying
to quiet it down.
It’s impossible
to quiet it down.
It weeps in monotone,
like water weeping,
like the wind weeps
over fallen snow.
It’s impossible
to quiet it down.
It weeps
for faraway things.
Sand of the sun-parched south
begging for white camelias.
It weeps like an aimless arrow,
like an evening without a morning,
like the first dead bird
on the branch.
O guitar!
A heart scarred
by five swords.
Federico García Lorca
Translation by Philip Nikolayev