The ant moves on his tiny Sephardic feet. The flute is always glad to repeat the same note. The ocean rejoices in its dusky mansion. Often bears are piled up close to each other. In their world it’s just one hump after another. It’s like looking at piles of many melons. You and I have spent so many hours working. We have paid dearly for the life we have. It’s all right if we do nothing tonight. I am so much in love with mournful music…… More »