Let's sing about the black bumblebees
That are buzzing in the trees
The amavasya up above
And how lava can be love.
Look at the big yellow roses on Mahaprabhu's trim
Giridhari's dhoti is covered with stars
And Gandharvika's veil is where the bumblebees are
Let's sing about the rose petal leis
That follow how the thakuras dance and sway
Under the amavasya up above
Intoxicated by lava that is love
Ah the gecko and I set forth on an hour and a half course
Respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa we spin to the main road and fall in with a gaggle of fixed gear heads. Either they didn't notice us roadies or they just didn't care as long as we didn't make trouble. We hammered to the village and rattled over the opal cliffs. Weaving through the joggers, foggers, and plebes on the east cliff we form a tight pace line. Instead of our usual turn to the natasala we go straight ahead on to the railroad bridge. Still sprinting to the high hill that leads to the university. More fixed gear heads join the line as we get closer to the university. Arrive at the campus we head up the path to the hill where the bay is visible. Coming down the fixed gears go on to their classes but the gecko and I have to hammer a little more he to get to the shop and me for the vaikalika. On the long and winding I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa chases me to the vaikalika and the thakuras rise happily.
The Chinese silk got covered with chodders due to the chill this evening but seeing this wonderful nightdress will still deliver the touch that kills