Oh the splendidness of existence!
We shine. Through glasses!
And perform in meadows,
Cut off from all troubles.

The plasticity in the screens,
The hate in the 140 streets.
Apart we are from this.
We dream, only hits.

Marbles in our hands,
Covered in dirt and dust.
Sweet Swahili in our mouths
With Brilliant tales in our hearts.

Melting sweet words
In our mouths like licorice,
“Clear up the stages! Set up the sets!”
Get ready for our orchestras!


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