"8 o 9 hombres, probablemente de su. propia familia. la lapidaron durante media hora,. hasta que una persona, le macha la cabeza. con un trozo de hormigón....".
I'm sick of violence. I'm sick of you. Blind governments. Pederast church. Abuse of authority. bureaucracy, misery, impunity,. rights and lefts. dead soldiers.
Some people say you've just got to play. The hand you're dealt. The cards won't change. Good luck will remain somewhere else. . Oh but hopefully there will be something better.
You look at me and wonder, you look at me and doubt,. Darling your eyes are asking, "Will the flame burn out?". Well, no one is sure of sun shine, no one is sure of dawn,.
Day after day. Alone on a hill. The man with the foolish grin. Is keeping perfectly still. But nobody wants to know him. They can see that he's just a fool.
Tall and tan and young and lovely. The girl from Ipanema goes walking. And when she passes, each one she passes goes ah. . When she walks, she's like a samba.
There's a rip in your sleeve. And you're chanting and dancing through the street. There's a cab at your side. But you'd rather hide. Cause you wanna hold the night.
Its another long summer day. I watch those storm clouds drifting away. Its another long summer night. With the windows and the shutters all drawn up tight and I.
disdain words. dyes your liar tongue. the darkest gate's open. I have seen this vision. rewrote poems. a trip through bitter irony. you sold your soul.
The beat goes on, the beat goes on.. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.. La de da de de, la de da de da.. Charleston was once the rage, uh huh..
No te ves muy bien,. Y sé lo que pasó,. Hace algunos años te veías mejor.. . La gente se te fué,. las noches solas son. Y en algunos años yo me voy.. .
Te veo y enseguida piensonque es mi día de suerte. Seguro que la noche hoy camina lentamente. Si trato de acercarme pierdo toda la distancia. Te dejo de soñar y vuelve luego la nostalgia.
Some say love, it is a river. That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor. That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger.
There once was a man he was so laid out and low, he said. "Come down here darling where everything is so slow".. She turned away.. . She came from a town, it was a lovely town.
*. I paint the magic - with my thoughs and fantasy. and then I set the limits with the ways of how I feel yeah. *. I've been conformed - by the schooling just like you.