Glitter frames the edge of her eye lashes
As she lounges within the drum and bass frequencies
Theres a magic mystic floating threw the air
I wait for the wind to direct my next path
My actions are random but justified
by the flow of the wind
Rocking up, down and everywhere else
Yet here
In Tojeiro
We gather one and all
Smiles last for miles and miles
A bohemian hive
transforming the world around it
our lives are essential,
they say with pride
with their individuality as one
speaking their words
doing the works that make their souls
glow in harmony
Developing amoungst compassion and diversity
its a perma-culture party dream
Can you see my dream?
The lights never seem to matter
nor the darkness
the music is one with silence
we dance ever so still and furious
Presently time is no object.