-I Don't Have A Favorite Song. I Have A Current Favorite Song. It Changes A Lot. I Have Different Favorite

Muhammad Ali and Don King enjoying some reading material, 1978.

i will wade out                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air                                       Alive                                                 with closed eyes to dash against darkness                                       in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls                                            Will i complete the mystery                                            of my flesh I will rise               After a thousand years lipping flowers             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

E. E. Cummings, Tulips and Chimneys, 1923. 

Aux alentours de Chambéry, France, 2015.

Source: Mystic Cheesecake Ballon. 

Oku-no-In, Koyasan, Japan, 2015.

Source: Mystic Cheesecake Balloon. 

Trainer Works on Muhammad Ali's Shoulder, Gordon Parks, 1966, Miami, USA.  

Poët Laval, Drôme, France, 2017. 

Source: Mystic Cheesecake Balloon.

I've a pocket full of dreams to sell," said Teddy, whimsically,... "What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A dream of success--a dream of adventure--a dream of the sea--a dream of the woodland--any kind of a dream you want at reasonable prices, including one or two unique little nightmares. What will you give me for a dream?

Lucy Maud Montgomery, Emily Climbs, 1925. 

Dark Secret

Cassius Clay and his mother Odessa Grady Clay, Steve Schapiro, Louisville, USA, 1963.