The tobacco smells the beat of the people
and the Guinness invades the dancing glasses
guided by hands
The guitars brought the spirit of blues with the bare hands
thrilling

The audience with ears wide opened split the noise
in a turn of the blood’s crazy flow

Then God opened the Heaven’s door
after knocking on the drums

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The mosque lays silent under the grin moon,
for the trees will accompany the symphony
of the blackbirds

Pecs is now to be found on the map
depicted by the feet of the crowd
and felt by their euphoria