Water flows into deep pores Pressure builds, Rhythm builds From a still, to splash, life initiates a drama, a scene, never the same It may look mundane, stale to some, look again paths have slightly moved people aged a little, life belittles, our ignorance
Originally written in 1932 by Mexican composer Lorenzo Barcelata, this tune was recorded numerous times in the 1930’s and 40’s. Boomers will best remember the instrumental version by Los Indios Tabajaras, a classic guitar duo that dressed as Mexican Indians. This version reached #6 on the hot 100 in 1962. My version is much less […]
Time on a garden’s wintry quietness means nothing when you find you’re watching the seasons go by alone; Means nothing when you find your finger marking your thoughts upon a stone. _ Gregory Corso (Man sitted outside my window) _ From Gasoline Image info: “Watching the seasons go by alone” Italy, Nov. 2011 © Massimo […]
Boy Trudeau has been in office less than a year and has admitted 25,000 (or more by now) Syrian Muslims to live in Canadian towns and cities. They are in addition to his huge Somali Muslim population and he thinks a stunt like this will be well received? Is this meant to say to Muslims […]
Convergence Of The Four Winds by Michelle Vyn be the wind of lost thought seeking redemption of ideas that burn inside the hollow eyes, have you ever thought of that pink scarf, bleached, tattered, zooming through the sky like a fake smile on your lips? have you ever heeded the power of a blow of […]
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