martes, 2 de marzo de 2010
Hazy shade of winter
(...)
But if your hopes should pass away,
simply pretend
that you can build them again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
the fields are ripe,
it's the springtime of my life.
(...)
Simon & Garfunkel
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Eterna melomanía,
Reseñas de genialidades en potencia
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Time, time, time...
ResponderEliminarsee what's become of me
while I looke around
for my possibilities
-I was so hard to please...
Funny how my memory slips
ResponderEliminarwhile looking over manuscripts
of unpublished rhyme ...
Seasons change with the scenery,
ResponderEliminarweaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
at any convenient time?