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By chris Date: 2007 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2007.05.03.23.04.11087]] |
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Shout-out to the barrio poet of just six weeks' time, born fully-formed like some street santo, like a fighter, like Fidel in the jungle, like Che on a motorcycle. Tell it, hombre, spell it out like the skywriter who rides the air and goes high enough to get lost inside the clouds. Be the diver who drinks the sea, the morphine that borrows the pain, the runner who will not stop, who becomes the breathing and the beating heart. |