With a crime of passion lie those dreams of yesterday. Broken like the snows of January. Silence will fall on those masters of shame. When the family garden wakes to Spring again.
I was no more than three days old. too young to speak too young to count my toes. I think of fields where I might run. this moral twilight I've been plucked from.
O young Charles Stewart, your cause is the reason of my sorrow. You took from me everything I had, in the war on your behalf. I am not mourning cattle and sheep, but my partner.
Bring down the rain bring out the ghosts. It's twenty-five degrees out on the West Coast. Every thing's in bloom there and I don't care. I've been thinking about leaving too.
Taking my camera out again for some photographs I won't forget. I go for a walk along east bay. It's so beautiful today. Happiness hanging in the air.
Weve come closer than we wanted, weve seen what we never should. And we will not be the same. Well never be the same, no.. Like steel we are so resilient, but too much and were weak as children..
Went to a party just the other day with all of you. Fresh off the road and pretty tired. Didn't have to worry cause the ice is always broken. As we catch each others eyes across the fire.
Child of mine, you are the wildest wind. And the dearest dream I will ever know. Love's lasting light shines out from deep within. This father's heart as I watch you grow.
Flakes of lights. flakes of voices. wherever pirouetted. like a primigenial chaos. like a futurist site. gushing rainbows. gushing darkness. . evaporated we....
Abscondo Sacra In Memoria. Et Purpurea In Tremore Pervigil. "Hei, Viator" Inquam "Dignabere?". . Mara Paltrinieri..
Ei cita mare cusa j' an t'la to bursa?. Ciculata e paste duse per el me masn.. Ei muns sartu cusa j' an t'la to bursa?. La vesta da spusa per la fia ca pias pi tant..
Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes,. Ca' them where the heather grows,. Ca' them where the burnie rowes,. My bonie dearie. . As I gaed down the water-side,.
I found a little pot, took it in the kitchen. And filled it with some dirt, planted a chrysanthemum. And you should've seen how it turned my mood to yellow.
Todos quieren que me olvide de lla. que es de lo peor y no me quiere bien. dicen que me envuelve el cerebro. con al fin de enredarse en mi cuerpo.. Debo confesar que cuando lla me besa.