Mezcal mondays

there they are, there they go…
So small when they are in God’s hands,
traveling across the sound, sounds of love,
taking all this greyness and becoming softer.

Suddenly over the frequency of humans,
percussions, dark percussions over the caribbean,
Songs of love and forgiveness.

This is a start, that was a start over and over again,
now i’m fine,
no nights… just daylights,
no mistakes, just another monday.

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