A little bit of you…
a piece of me.
Sweat breaks off our skin and we sprinkle the floor with the gin we drank in better days when we thought we were truly free.
No, it wasn’t honey, we toasted with bile and not champagne, no honey moon with us remained.
And it wasn’t freedom.
Shackled hands and shackled feet to the altar we were led by a glorious man of many wars a sailor tried and true, with voices pouring from his head that made us dream of youth…
A hefty chunk of you,
and a bit more of me,
leads us to days when we suffer dearly and crave to live one more second of laughter or a minute of tears.
Because if from you and from me there exists only shadows,
from me and from you there is nothing.
C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 28 de noviembre 2021, València, España
JaZzArt en València 
Excelente final. Un saludo
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Muchísimas gracias. Saludos.
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Seems like maybe no happy ending here, Francisco.
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But happiness persists…
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Hope is always a good thing to have.
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Hope, faith and happiness, currency I always keep in my spiritual wallet, plus a skeptical nature that doubts all that the “establishment” says…
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Love your spiritual wallet comment and I totally believe the skepticism.
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Thank you so much Pat!
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Very welcome, Francisco.
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👌🙏
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🙏🏻😊🙏🏻
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