A moment captured as I strolled through the Liberty Bridge that connects Buda with Pest across the Danube River. It was then that I fully experienced Budapest. Ironically, in five sweet minutes I travelled five hundred places; my white weapon, avenue to music, and freedom of imagination.
Jill Scott
“Honey Molasses”
In a circle of passion we Paris Italy Japan Africa Rome
We made music, we trombone
It was magic the way it happened
Pure electricity
I felt so inspired and afraid at the same time
I don’t know whether to sing or to rhyme
Call me
Honey molasses, ebony majesty
Chocolate brown shuga, sweet epiphany
Écrire,ns. 