And that, you know, a lot of stuff came from that, and my poem came from that as well. I can be anybody. I look to my left, I see a woman. I know everything about her. I look straight, I see a beggar. I know where he comes from. The man looking at his watch is wearing a suit. I remember how uncomfortable they are. A train passes by along its side the reflection looks blurry. All the colors are muted. Everyone disappears
Deborah Pardes
@DBPardes · 0:19
Ruben, I want to thank you for so many reasons. For your journey, for your strength, for your artistry and for your ability to share here. Super honored and just appreciate you. Thank you so, so much and welcome to Swell