Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila
Para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien, tambien
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
O my little hunger, my cachaca, my jail, my beautiful vagabond
shavings of cherub’s wings, the glory of a tropical dawn, the red clouds of sunset and fragments of lost epics by dead masters