Poem In my dreams, memories of the soul are photos that remain and in absent frames just very few reveal the calm stolen from a black on the sidewalk releasing.... releasing the mind in the body erasing all the sudden.... the condemn in drinks, entire cities are aged by drinking the liquor that labels systems. In this consists: brainwashing, erase what you were, make you feel that you do not exist and then, with the anesthetized consciousness, an additional social case with the fragmented life without dreams to share with us. In my dreams! In my dreams! In my dreams!
Poem In my dreams, I ' ve seen a crusade of broken hearts, I ' ve seen a crusade of broken hearts, the sound of a system that keeps you mute, the sound of a system that keeps you mute, that divides you and keeps you dumb, bullets... Bullets that cross, that cross naked. In my dreams! In my dreams! In my dreams, Iré Saian Kalizé, my son, and his sister Akira Imani; they are my strength, my life, my faith. It’ s for them that I am standing here today and in my dreams. In my dreams! In my dreams! In my dreams!
Final spiritual Afro-Congo chant Two black Congos spoke to me... They told me the bad, they told me the good... Congos coming from Africa... In my dreams.
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