Like they
let the curanto
boil in the dirt
on hot stones
heated on the
fire
until red
I bury my anger deep in the ground
But like the curanto
you cover
it will
eventually
come out
scorching
an ode to travelling
an ode to travelling
Like they
let the curanto
boil in the dirt
on hot stones
heated on the
fire
until red
I bury my anger deep in the ground
But like the curanto
you cover
it will
eventually
come out
scorching
My Maddy Travel 