It took me years to find my path,
stumbling through the stony darkness
of my psyche, following twists of fate.
Lost, broken and lonely,
I marched with Conga de los Hoyos,
25 drummers strong
and some two hundred or more revelers
We danced down La Trocha
amid popcorn-popping rhythms,
under a humid night sky.
Do you remember Dark Mouse?
The story I told you in nightly installments
about a mythical mouse who excelled
at pool, poker and playing tricks.