I can find you in the Red Hook skylines,
in the subway of Bedford Ave,
in the roads near MoMa,
in the street art and in the art of the streets,
in the Chinatown I haven't see,
in the bed of the Snoopy Gang,
in the eyes of people I meet because of you.
You are here, and Casa teaches.
I remember to myself what I was there.
Like a cloud, like a cloud I get my shape.
I take you around my nest,
like birds we laugh and move,
with control of the not-control,
the magic awareness of thoughtless minds guides us.
The madness of the crazy streets
blasts us and make us sick
