Coalhouse
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Six Strings sing.. Coaxing notes from the air, conjuring dreams of Favellas. Making love to conga drums, beating them into submission. Pluck chords, unlock padlocked rhythms that escaped sugarcane plantations. Slender fingers tease black saints stolen from Africa.
Mary sings from her stomach, someplace deep inside.
Finding her voice with a beautiful noise.
Like the distant memory of an old chanteuse
Mary's Bossa Nova touched tan hips
persuading bodies to move to and fro.
like strong magic....
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