TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

7 Stones

while his eyes were still seeing he had traveled to EL NORTE on the written wings of icelandic medieval sagas and ancient germanic lays about the death of heroes and battle cries of valkyres. so, when he was burned by his foolish praise for the cruel argentinian ‘junta’, the blind poet felt the pull of the frozen lands.

THE TAXI DRIVER walks to THE BLIND POET and helps him on his feet. THE BLIND POET takes a last ‘look’ at the dancers, the tango has become quite devilish.

BLIND POET

take me away from here, take me to iceland,

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