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
