Through the key hole

Bolivia, Argentina

there and back again

behind the bus hitch

looking on

the street Tango Argentino

as our Žižkov, but in San Telmo

after the death road survive his every blast

reach through wasteland the train cemetery

then with the miner not only for cocoa

alongside just like that

let yourself down there to the botom

get inside a boat with a little boy

leave nothing to chance

only to the salt lake, cactuses and volcano

eat everything from the blue and white tablecloth

the guitar player in a jumper soaks into the fourth dimension

he is the rock´n´roll king of this (un)real illusion . Markéta F Lesse 19.2.2012

tan old sun in the civilisation with black eyes want to rush through fiestas with you through and through panting in a jeep through the indians´ remote places

Klára Lesse