last night i heard a song while making 2 martinis.
i always hear songs while making martinis.
but this one shook my shaker. this one shook my ice. my olives.
i stopped shaking and listened.
and i wrote down the title. and her name:
mercedes sosa.
today i found the song and downloaded it.
here's just one version.
oh yeah, my martini tasted better like it, too, was toasting
her words, her voice, her eternal spirit.
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