In English, it reads  "Dear God, I beg of you only one thing.  Let me join the ones I love.  Carry me to them, unite me with them, let me see them, let me touch them. And let life and death run, run together like a song"

About 6 or so months before the practice sessions at the Steamboat I had lost a job here and was going back and forth to Houston for the the previous 6 months. Every Sunday night I would read a story to my little boy Sean(who was about Becker's age) and each Sunday night the same request. "Dont go to Houston tomorrow Daddy!!" Every Monday morning was tough. (I tried not to listen to much to Harry Chapin albums :):) ) It never really did get better but I felt a hell of lot better when I knew I was moving back. But I was emotional the whole time

I love its mountains, and its streams... And I feel that all of them, the ideas, the streams--- that theyre slipping away, being replaced with something much darker, more unjust, less generous, colder, angrier, less gracious. more fearful. Greedier.  More polluted. "  Or something along those lines.  I wonder how many of you feel these things?  Am I alone in this?
I feel the U.S is in a period of adjustment and reflection. Funny how the tide swing one way and just when it gets where you like it or dont like it, it will then swing the other way. Sorry I can't articulate like some of these maestros on the board but I always hold out hope that better days are just around the corner.