Souvenirs d’enfance ou Tango To Zalaka

A young man holds near him a snotty little boy,

They are sitting in a 80’s Rang Rover.

This picture flashes another memory

The same snotty boy riding a green Mercedes car toy in the living room.

This is the thirst before the rush

And the rush that rides the thirst.

The hair at the back of my head  are dancing

And my heart trumpets like a lost baby elephant.

The sun sits large and wide at the end of the road

Asking to come closer just a little bit more

Where death can’t stop the pulse

Where one beats calls another

Like stars locked in heavenly motion

Trying to find the starting point

For the circle (circus) of the universe.