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The Samurai contemplates. The apprentice asks for war but the heart for peace.

The Paisano, often, is barely sane, traveling in a bar, and loving all on the edges of society.

There is constant war, only nature seems to give peace.

Music too, is pure Joy. Rhythms touch the soul.

Can we handshake?

“The poet’s only prayer is a prayer for deafness." - Marina Tsvetaeva