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Lights dim, one last sip of my water

which glass is dripping

as if it was running for miles

bongos begin to drum in a fast motion

I am entering a sort of African culture

violin begins to play a soft tune

its tunes are as a romantic dinner in Paris

a guitar to the rhythm of Santana

my respiration is almost to nada

clear my throat

1, 2, 3, mic check!

A karaoke scene the lights no longer dim

I am without sight, is a love theme

I only see a constant line in the monitor

a constant sound

as when they told me my homie was gone

everything disappears

I know I came accompanied by someone dear

who brought me here today

she knew el che does it fresh out the head

has heard the lines and was interested

she wanted a front roll seat

so she can hear the words clearly

yet I am up in this stage, holding the mic

I am frozen like an ice cube, try to freestyle

yet nothing is acute, no words nor thoughts,

i choked by surprise, or the shadows is still laughing

as he gets a grip once again,

motionless, my heart into stress

I am sorry I was unable to delight your precious heart

Nor make your mind rest, but it seems like a test

at the moment

I am unable to comprehend and elaborate

the sweet words that used to come out my heart and mind

more light in the spot, as a scene of a religious event

yet gods hands was not in sight

I saw everyone looking down

most of all I saw her facing elsewhere

grasp my glass of water, now warm as summer

I begin to explain, but can only mumble

today is not the day for the verses of love to be revealed

but don’t be afraid

I know I had said fuck love and all its relatives

just need to catch my breath once again

then this event I will open up

begin to flow like the river banks

more than a front seat to my lines,

you’ll receive the words close to your heart,

till then, 1, 2, 1, 2, mic check,

the next speaker should come and elaborate

as I begin to ponder

what cause my mind to freeze

-che