"Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine..." ~Ludwig van Beethoven

"Noche en Londres, besos furtivos Tal vez, sois como niños Tal vez, ya descubrís, juegos prohibidos Y hartos de la luna, sentís Por vez primera soledad Buscáis la flor del frío Voláis lejos de aqui Soñáis, hurgando en el dolor Soñáis En esa casa de Camden Town Viven dos clandestinos al acecho del amor -!son esos dos! Señalaban los gobiernos Con la misma mano del crimen Que hoy os da el perdón Vuestros versos ya no importan Y no importa quién fue quién Una lápida al escándalo Y esa sórdida pared en Camden Town Lejos de aqui Soñáis huyendo del dolor Y lloráis con la flor del frio" ~robi draco rosa youtube.com/watch?v=k4nj0-en…

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"it's crazy i'm thinking just knowing that the world is round & here, i'm dancing on the ground am i right side up or upside down? & is this real, or am i dreaming? lovely lady, let me drink you, please won't spill a drop, no, i promise you lying under this spell you cast on me each moment the more i love you crush me, come on, oh, yeah..." come crush me baby... it's what we do... ;-) youtube.com/watch?v=elUwSHjf…

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"settle down & settle in & let me muse unsettled skin there's flame within this sweet-like gig when feel the real is how we dig..." easy baby... ;-) ~moses apollo youtu.be/FEPFH-gz3wE?is=y4sG…

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"no me importa que te llame no me importa que titulo te doy no me importa... porque somos lo que somos y con certeza mi amor... eres mia hoy..." youtube.com/watch?v=2fQbtp2B…

"it was an easy night of light rain & cool digs. he steps into the lounge his lady had invited him to... on how he loved to hear her croon. that night, she sang Billie Holiday's "I'm A Fool To Want You"... she sang it with the anguish of a poet using that pain in a piece that now belonged to her. after she sang, she looked out into the smoke-filled room and saw him sitting off to the side, drinkin his "Old Fashioned" like the creature of habit he was. she ran off the stage to greet him and sat on his lap... planting a full set of butterfly kisses all over his face. "did you like the song sweetheart?!?". after takin a sip of his drink and settin it down easy, he said "yeah baby i dug it. you sang it sweet-like and you know i dig it when you sing sweet-like. can i ask you a question? was that about me?" sheepishly, with a bit of a sigh, she responded "i mean, sorta, but i ain't unhappy. i just wish i was... what we have would make more sense if i was". drawing her in closer and looking directly into her eyes he said "true love is for fools, poets and those willing to find deep value where they can. baby... we are who and what we are and one thing is for damn sure, i'm a blessed man to get to love and be loved by a woman like you... right now and for as long as i can. if you can live with that... love with that... then so can i" ~moses apollo

"quemar el tiempo pasado dejarlo todo en la huida estar desnudos de todo esto es vida..."

"i hate to say it... i hate to say.. but it's probably me."

some hamsters just don't wheel you dig? ;-) youtu.be/YRHS1Tlp5Wc?is=f9U4…

"i want you to be renewed by beauty... everytime... like its the first time baby..." ♥️😎 youtu.be/vafFCt6-uBI?is=jz4e…

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"how did we get here? drifting on a river & blown by the wind... with a heart of their own... lovely... isnt it..." youtu.be/dz40YrNBje4?is=01JJ…

no where near done ;-)

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