Monday, March 27, 2006
Números, se mágicos, por que nada revelastes?
Fariseu incrédulo, saudei a bioquímica. O que poderia ser diferente se soubesse que seu calendário teria só mais duas folhas?
Nada, não há consolo diante do nosso egoísmo.
Too bad living the days to come ignoring what is past. Gone. As the 15th anniversary of the legendary (at least stone rosed) Spike Island concert, in May 2005. Might she become my legend.
She didn't scream, she didn't make a sound
'I forgive you, boy, but don't leave town'
Cold black skin, naked in the rain
Hammer flash in the lightning, they're hurting her again
Let me put you in the picture, let me show you what I mean
The messiah is my sister, ain't no king, man, she's my queen
I have a dream, I've seen the light
Don't put it out, and she's alright, yeah, she's my sister
deposited & disposted by laud on | 17:18