Walking with Pedro 2

Out for a walk with my mate Pedro today
he said that the rhythm is the only way.
Every step that I take, every word that I write
I move closer to the rhythm, further from the night.
The rhythm is beauty, the rhythm is clear;
the rhythm is a beauty I should always hold near.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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