The Hot Summer of 1984 - Quito Arantes (Excerpt)

After serpentine pathways,
in the meaningfulness of sincere words,
Last Judgement has come.
You can witness my victory.
At last,
Last Judgement has come,
I’ve reached my destiny.
On the way to Vondelpark,
my whole being pulsates with enthusiasm.
I arrived carrying a guitar on my back
and everyone was delighted.
Even not knowing my language,
they could feel my emotion,
in my lips...
in my music...
in my words...
Dusk was falling.
I stood overnight in the park, peacefully...
I’ll live moments of pure joy and music
before leaving to other realms.

Quito Arantes (2020). The Hot Summer of 1984