Poem In my dreams , memories of the soul are photos that remain and in absent frames just very few reveal the calm stolen from a black on the sidewalk releasing .... releasing the mind in the body erasing all the sudden .... the condemn in drinks , entire cities are aged by drinking the liquor that labels systems . In this consists : brainwashing , erase what you were , make you feel that you do not exist and then , with the anesthetized consciousness , an additional social case with the fragmented life without dreams to share with us . In my dreams ! In my dreams ! In my dreams !
Poem In my dreams , I ' ve seen a crusade of broken hearts , I ' ve seen a crusade of broken hearts , the sound of a system that keeps you mute , the sound of a system that keeps you mute , that divides you and keeps you dumb , bullets ... Bullets that cross , that cross naked . In my dreams ! In my dreams ! In my dreams , Iré Saian Kalizé , my son , and his sister Akira Imani ; they are my strength , my life , my faith . It ’ s for them that I am standing here today and in my dreams . In my dreams ! In my dreams ! In my dreams !
Final spiritual Afro-Congo chant Two black Congos spoke to me ... They told me the bad , they told me the good ... Congos coming from Africa ... In my dreams .
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