The 50's, the 60's
I have lost a lot.
Death and destruction have wiped away the good
memories of peace.
I will dig out in the garden and plant some onion
sets and turn the garden over.
I will fill my sinkhole with stones.
This past weekend I placed some old reel-to-reel
Cuban recordings on to a CD, they sounded ok, they are not studio recordings;
some of the sounds wavered a bit. All were recorded on a Wollensak T1515
Reel to Reel tape deck. Some of them were taken from live radio out of
Havana before Castro put and end to that era. Some recordings were taped
at large dance halls in Miami and New York. All the recordings are live
and recorded in the late fifties and early sixties.
It has been difficult to write about the peace
in my heart when so many lives have been lost.
The peace is still there, that cannot be taken
I still see the birds and the land.
It is Spring and it sparkles, it comes up from
within the deep and sprays like a fountain.
I still see the human forms that pass before
me; they are alive and splendid in their array of thoughts and movements.
Gollum is learning the meaning of ....
Words & Graphics by Tomas