Festival was good and bad. Mostly good. I love French people.
Guillaume's a hottieeeeee.
mousta largo, le bottine souriante, and beat the donkey were my favorites. oh and gangbe.
beat the donkey cd - c'est AWESOME.
sometimes we are gladiators of sound.
sometimes we come from the jungle.
sometimes we walk concrete streets.
sometimes we roar and sometimes we can only mumble
meet "Beat the Donkey".
it means nothing.
it means everything between your ears,
under your lungs,
all which sits below and that which flies above.
i am telling you it means love.
it is true,
we are the donkey,
the people,
the people's history of the world.
transformers
of poison into medicine.
beautiful blindfolded child, beat the donkey pinata
until it breaks
and the sweet candy
falls
on
you.
ten people, twenty hands and ten hearts all beating an
imaginary skin of a painted masked
stellar donkey.
we might have been your childhood friend if you grew up in
sao paolo, japan, new jersey, arizona, austria, rio de janeiro, new york, tel aviv, arabia
and everywhere else in the world
where young children play, old people dance
and everybody follows their hearts because
life is short for you and me.
i can't WAIT for summerrrrrrr