Down at Punta La Bandera circa
Fast-forward sometime later, walking down Judson and Alamo Way, somehow you can feel it again, right there at the edges of perception, back there in Carolina, Ponce, Luquillo, and all the rest of it — it could be
But then its back to the world and the long hard first week, Glowing In The Corner — yea it's the trouble with my city — the loneliness of no place to go, nowhere you belong. Too this, too that, not quite enough this time, not quite enough, it's never enough, it's never enough until your heart stops beating. But you'll get along cos sun always rises — no sleep raver :: journey from the light :: the power to move the stars — there's always those last three fragments of joy to piece together and build something beautiful. There's always the music.
Home from school/work/digging at the end of a long day, making beats in the corner of a crumbling home... you can tear the roof off and literally gaze up at the stars. You're back there with the mosquitoes and Auntie Aubrey, the rotating phone booths/Lily Was Here, curling up with Reprazent and Ramen, Original Fire and Dir.r night drives in
The future's still there and the flame still burns...
The future's still there and the flame still burns.