"Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait" -Longfellow

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

"Ya Se Muerto Mi Abuelo"


Out in the brighter sun of jungles the jaguar sleeps a dance of nap. In the huge tropically haughty hug of Machu Piccu, the magicians are musicians who hear and see the sonic bits that correspond to every atom. When you are called to move, you move.When the chance to be at home, back under the greeny water, comes... you leap. Even death is full of life and the hypnotic whimsy of pulses of friends as yet unmade.

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