cartagena + medellín

and now the end is near,
and so i face the final curtain.

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the tide bows toward the cartagena bay
as we hunt for ATMs and breathe:

colombia.

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i’ve lived a life that’s full
i’ve traveled each and every highway

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but the purchasing power of the u.s. dollar
is mostly proven in south american chain stores

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regrets, i’ve had a few
but then again, too few to mention

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street art isn’t
corporate-sponsored state-sponsored bureaucratic shit-sponsored.
no se vende.

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i planned each charted course
each careful step along the byway

|14|
feliz cumpleaños

(we win again, again)

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yes, there were times, i’m sure you knew
when i bit off more than i could chew

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salsipuedes
existing ethereally in a place we cannot find
and never want to leave

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i’ve loved, i’ve laughed and cried
i’ve had my fill, my share of losing

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un día más
over the integrated slums of a first-class second city

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|17|
we pardon slaughterers, we make more treaties

for what is a woman?
what has she got?
if not herself, then she has naught
to say the things she truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels

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the record shows i took the blows
and did it my way.

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credit: my way by frank sinatra