Listening to Miles Davis

Places and names fall like glory.
And I promised myself,
I will make the best of the rest.
Even though they don’t believe in me.
I love it like this, a few places,
a few names and an island passion.
And when the rivers freeze into stone.
I will carry the grains of my soul,
back to my island passion.

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