I couldn't say a dream could get much better
And as you watch the sun go down
You wake up to the sound
Of changes in the weather Barefoot Truth. Changes in Weather.
*Song Discovered Today. I love this little song lyrics that are everyday poetry. It reminded me that awesome quot: "Poetry belongs to the person that needs it" Ardiente paciencia by Antonio Skármeta.
We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What wild-eyed beast you be
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain Dave Mathews Band. The Space Between.
An assassin can't bring a dead person alive with a bunch of Holy Father's Prayers. A change in the thought history of a country can slightly fake consciousness of events. But there will always be a grave yard in Auschwitz, in Sabra and Shatila and the blood drops in Tlaltelolco. Fake helps us to succeed. But it will always be fake.
Sometimes the acts that we do leave a stain in our hearts and our souls. This small dot will remind forever and it will remind us that what we did is a mark in our lives.