Si Dios no existe, como es posible. toda esta vida de mas que tenes..?. La ultima teca fue para el fierro, para las balas ya no te alcanzo... . Ay! Pero que pillo dulce que sos.
Vamos! Y no se empujen,. ni pisoteen. que este temblor ya va a parar. no tengan miedo!!. . Todos pronto a los botes. y no se asusten. que la marea ayudar.
It's no crime to eat humility pie. To love your neighbor and get socked in the eye. Even Cagney knew when he needed a hand. Sometimes you do the best you can.
On the white sand a footprint on her back the golden sun. Is playing tunes on this lazy afternoon. It's high summer the sun's playing tunes. They're so beautiful to see only love can sing the harmony.
Arise, arise and follow me. And follow me as best you can. Come follow me, my measured dance. Come see my circus, come dice with chance. . Now you are coming beneath my sway.
Not with the lips of skin nor yet with the lips of dark snow. But let the white dove sing. Of the body of life of the lover whose love is complete. Hold hands out to greet, let not the swan be brought low.
This moment. is different. from any. before it. and this moment. is different. it's now. . And if I. don't kiss you. That kiss is. untasted. I'll never.
Someone you saw stretched sleeping on the sand. Five withered violets cradled in his hand. His dreams are so loud calling in your ear. The yellow snake coils from the water.
Water, water, see the water flow. Glancing, dancing, see the water flow. O wizard of changes, water, water, water. . Dark or silvery mother of life. Water, water, holy mystery, heavens daughter.
I had a tree in the dream hills where my childhood lay. And I'd go there in the wide, long days. And my tree would listen to all that I'd say. . And the sun was shining brightly.
Many were the lifetimes. Of the son of Noah's brother. See his coat the ragged. Riches of the soul.
Behold the mountain of the Lord. In latter days shall rise, hark, the herald angels sing. Hush, hush, whisper who dares. Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
Straight from the shoulder. I think like a soldier. I know what's right and what's wrong. (He knows what's right and what's wrong). . I'm the original discriminating buffalo man.
Oh seekers of spring how could you not find contentment. In a time of riddling reasons in this land of the blind. By the joke of fate alone it's sure that as the loved hand leaves you.
Started rubbin' my eyes. when I heard the birds talk. Hey mister sleep you're gonna. have to take 'walk. But nothing has 's much pow'r to. make me rise as the post man.
A long wind, a weaving mind. Over all the land the wild flowers grow echoing kind to kind. On that day when I found the iron stone. Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain.
I'm not the kind to complain. That I never had a girl to love. Many a fine girl I tried hard to know. But I think I never tried enough. . Sitting one day by myself.
Only a palace with interior doors. Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors. Two windows let free this projector machine. and the magical world here appears on the screen.
Who moved the black castle. Who moved the white queen. When Gimme and Daleth where standing between?. . Out of the evening growing a veil. Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail.
Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate?. All life alone in its chronic patterns. Oh, swan, let me fly you. To the land of no winds blowing. I know nothing and know that I know nothing.