Day two blog Entry - Dalibor

Day 2

heading for soweto
to sing and scat
think and chat
drink and snack
with all the others
a long day turning from sunny to grey
dots of drops on the pavement announce rain f
a dead rat lying flat on the ground
I am wondering:
what was the last sound?
first contact with a beggar
telling me that he is freezing
I give him a cigarette and fire
cannot think of anything else
headlights cutting through a monday night empty streets contradicted by dirty beats
a voice is reciting polyrhythmic wisdom switching between a pharaoh and a monch we run over several red lights
which is a crime back home
apparently we do it to avoid one
on a hill top the city lies beneath us
dots of light summarize all of her stories 

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