Baby baby listen,
This mule or black defiant horse, whatever the way you see
Went one day to dig a city, the city of the Dead and of Music
To find the Mystères that feed the life.
Very happy the first day but not for long
Because emptiness had, the horse felt, overtaken the streets
No Mystères anywhere to be seen or heard
Instead cowardice and bla bla blas….
Oh! How sad the horse really felt! And she shouted: They are gone with the glorious past!
But our horse kept looking
The roots of the essence
Of the place that bore music and magic
And not much waiting needed, only the passing of a dark night,
That the next morning to a house the horse went,
The almost forgotten house of an old wise creature that happened to know
About the Mystères…and that they weren’t gone,
Hidden yes, but never gone! Yes, one must look hard
And then the horse very happy went, feeding and feeding the belly with
Stories of orgies around a fire, of Snakes Gods,
Of Beautiful Women courting the married,
Of eternal memories written on bones,
Of knocking at the doors in the City of the Dead,
About wishing and pledges,
Of rythms’ birthplaces….. and our horse got the Feast!
That night happened that our horse got to know
That she and her party have been watched and awaited
By a Queen, a descendant
Who opened the door of The Temple
Who called out the Elders, dancing with her voice and a drum,
And The Snake
Initiating our horse to the New Highest Life!
Details of how everything occurred
Are the Mystères.
Carolina & Tobias