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May 2012
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sunday lunch
and the drums were playing
jumped out of moving plane.
landed in the kitchen, the old wooden table.
the accordion playing on the street
“besame mucho”. mi amor
a man and his family, his crying voice
flying through buildings, filling the narrow gaps.
it’s time to listen. everyone the same.
it’s sunday and it’s quiet
and the drums are playing
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April 2012
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