If I took away your shelter, put you on the street. If I took away your table and chairs and threw away your meat. Stole away your wife and child, see how lonesome you would be.
A tall black cowboy hat pulled down low to hide his eyes. While lines of weekend window shoppers just kept rollin' by. I spotted him from my old truck as he stood out in the crowd.
...et les longs corbillards,. sans tambours ni musique,. defilent lentement. dans mon ame.. . [Charles Baudelaire].
A los largos entierros. Sin tambores ni la musica. Desfilan lentamente. En mi alma. En mi alma. . [Charles Baudelaire].
lubna erre vague bleu comme sa maison. elle scrute. les pupilles comme des pieces de monnaie jettees. au fond en desirs,. lubna reve de pouvoir se dissoudre.
"The azure thrones remain vacant.. Who can assume the plant. with the golden-like stem. and the azure bloom?. Who can take his seat. on the thrones of grace and wisdom?".
lass dir eingehen und vernimm. das leben ist um des sterbens willen geschaffen. gabe es kein leben wir waren nicht. du weisst nicht wie du de in leid aus dem herzen reissen sollst.
[Cronique a la suite du roman de Favel]. . Li Frere, Li Mestre du Temple. Qu'estoient rempli et ample. D'or et d'argent et de richesse. Et qui menoient tel noblesse.
[The pink hours of Mazenderan]. . Your screams are in my mouth. and fail inside my heads.......... The spirit among the trees,the mask I've never kissed.........
Dying is an art like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it that it feels like hell. I do it that it seems real. . I guess you could say I've a call.
[The New Marguerite]. [cover version of Kate Bush Wuthering Heights]. . Follow my steps,cross the glances. I will bring you with me. In the other room,she lays her hands.
[Apollo' s lyre]. . Les filles du soleil ont les clefs portes celestes,. de l'outretombe,du people des reves,. dans les solstices,comme dards de feu,.
la pulce d'acqua. che l'ombra ti rub. e tu ora sei malato. e la mosca d'autunno. che hai schiacciato. non ti perdoner. . Sull' acqua del ruscello. forse tu troppo ti sei chinato,.
Col mio soffio di vulcano canceller. il gelo di questa stanza. e col volo di una freccia trafigger. quella pallida luna a distanza;. ci sar e non ci sar,.
I like missing you in the mornings. when the air's too cold to feel nice.. And I like hearing your sneakers stomping. down the stairs when you stomp out of sight,.
Over dosage, and we flowi'n just like ocean's motion. We makin' that mixture of hits, we call it magic potion. I'm going out my mind and we still DIY.
Las plebes ya andan de shopping,. andan muy alebrestadas,. unas ya train ropa nueva y otras u~nas diamantadas , tal ves para impresionar toda la raza pesada,.