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You are (we are) one light, / Myriad each one, / Reflecting among an infinity / Of lights from moment to moment.
You are (we are) one light, / Myriad each one, / Reflecting among an infinity / Of lights from moment to moment.
You are (we are) one light, / Myriad each one, / Reflecting among an infinity / Of lights from moment to moment.
You are (We are) / Many Lights and One Light, / Reflecting among an Infinity /
Of Lights from Moment to Moment
'Santiago, East and West
of Cuba'
'In Port-au-Prince
They're Picking Up'
Alex's bass-line drives the piece and Hamid's polyrhythms are its bed and I ride the multi-media inside and out. Cuba is a revelation and Santiago feels to me like a city close to pride in Africa and also close to the 'Pride' that upholds the Revolution
now 61 years since it came to power. Plus, the music there!
Crowd at the Feria del Libro in Habana, Friday afternoon, February 4, 2018.
Maryse's and I first visited her home country, Haiti, as guests
of the excellent Port-au-Prince International Jazz Festival in January 2014. I've since been back 11 times. Every visit, Haitian people on the streets work and otherwise persevere
with dignity. Please see many pages of photos at stickingupforchildren.com.
Kidd and Morikeba felt 2010 earthquake's devastations and how tap-tap vans wind up and down with their colors of unforgotten forests and the "Konbit! Konbit!" that perseveres
in accord with obéissance to powers of endurance and community.
Always moving ... 7:15 a.m., Friday along Boulevard Canapé-Vert in Port-au-Prince, a father walks two sons to school.
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