Music
All that I will never know
And that revolves around me
Keeps me alive
All this eternal movement
That we are in it
The joy and the fear
All the words out of time
The streets with no escape
The ears that don't want to hear
All the reasons that I don't have
All the horizons that I don't have never touched
And then there's this thing that energizes me. It's called music, music
And then there's this thing that energizes me and it comes from Africa, Africa
All the cities where you are not
All the facts that are mine but interest me the same
All the words that mean things in languages u200bu200bI've never spoken
Every morning I wake up with that smell on me
Of nightmares of a world that doesn't turn
All the suburbs in revolt looking for a turning point perfumes that mix in the air
Then there is this thing that energizes me. It's called music
And then there's this thing that energizes me and it comes from Africa, Africa
All the au pairs The imaginary places
Where you dream of starting over
The smell of the trail of the basement rooms
Where in the dark we lit up
The betrayals, the justifications
Millions of millions of millions of opinions
All the prayers of the people
All the bullets fired at a transparent target
And then there's this thing that charges me. It's called music, music
And then there's this thing that energizes me and comes from Africa, Africa
All the algorithms that count me
They lead, they indicate things to buy
Every piece of information shared that like a uniform
Reassures you and makes you reassured
Every morning that my mother woke up at dawn to prepare breakfast for us
All the gears that transform the emptiness of an absence on the stage of my performance
All the immense distances in the world and in the rooms
The mirrors that reflect the absences
The circumstances that force us to say which side I'm on, which side are you on
br/>All the ice melted in the glasses, yesterday's clouds
The snow of last winter
The miracle that will come
The ocean crossed swimming on your back
Hunger, disgust, the luxury of choice
The world that remains an open question
The struggle to remain human with some unpredictable gift in your hands
And then there's this thing that energizes me. It's called music
And then there's this thing that energizes me and it comes from Africa, Africa

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