Friday evening, gloomy skies, out for a walk to rest, market street, they are singing, so beautiful, people joining in, i join in as well, they are singing, i am singing, we are singing, and suddenly there are no projects, no deadlines, no future or past, no success or failure, not spanish or american, there is only music, glorious music, raw, like life itself, our essence, all together, one with music :)
Improvised at Geary Street in San Francisco in front of Geary Theater :)
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