Friday 18th March



First time morning rice milk in a bowl with something grown in 
a field & banana. Slipping fast down autobahns with pre-office 
speedsters. Silhouette trees hallelujah dance by the side of  
roads concealing Spring’s first bloom on the limbs of naked bushes. 
Fat houses squat at curbside adorned in generic signatures, 
hand-me-down tags of 3rd generation night crawlers. Mug of tea, 
telephone ringing, sat alone on cold stone overlooking 
dressage arenas carpeted in tiny shreds of clay-dipped rag. I cut 
my finger on a piece of glass listening to a voice transmitting 
light from Lisbon. Man who gave freely. 

Today, our friends Liima release their album.


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