"Lisboa Kuya"

This song It makes my heart swell. It makes my heart soar. My heart is a dove. See it fly. I want to listen forever. I want to sleep. This song will bless me with sweet dreams. It is my lullaby… Swaddled in a language I do not know, woven with music I understand, this song speaks to my soul, in such a lovely way. “Thank you…” This song. Oh, this song. It is The Sun. It is summer. It is a rose. It is a daisy. It is warm concrete in the heat of July under my cold feet. It really is my love. Closer to my heart, than the redness of my blood. I can feel it. Do you feel it? The guitar? The drum? It is here… All around, surrounding me, just as the air I breathe, when this song comes. It is here. And my spirit rejoices. Oh, what glory, to see, to feel, your spirit rejoice.