Que linda me la traiga Cuba,
La reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangre allí,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
Oh va, oh va, va.

What beauty Cuba brings me,
The queen of the Caribbean Sea,
Sunny sky has no blood over there,
And how sad that I cannot go,
Oh go, oh go, go.

Today, I was listening to Crosby, Stills, and Nash in my office building. The colors of their words kept me sane in my whitewashed tower. For me, words and music have always been a way to escape.

I am quiet when I am really pleased. My hallmark of true enjoyment has always been silence, closing my eyes, and slightly grinning. It seems sacrilegious and vain to speak in the presence of beauty.

True words or music must must evoke the visual and the emotional.