“That’s right, Po. You do sing sad, for a happy man,” Pea Eye observed once, as the old man shook his gourd. “I don’t sing about myself,” Campo said. “I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don’t belong to me.”
“That’s right, Po. You do sing sad, for a happy man,” Pea Eye observed once, as the old man shook his gourd. “I don’t sing about myself,” Campo said. “I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don’t belong to me.”