Happy Sain't Andrews Day!

John McDermott version lyrics:

Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters, Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies, Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters, Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.

Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled,Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me,Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud,Land of the brave and proud land of the free.

Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains,The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free,Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,And proudly she sings looking over the sea.

Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled, When armies and empires against me were hurled, Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock, Of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.

But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing, Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path, The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.

Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs, Deep-dyed in gore is the green tartan's wave, Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel, Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.

Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs, Deep-dyed in gore is the green tartan's wave, Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel, Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.

Labios Rotos (Broken Lips) by ZOE

Regalame tu corazón y dejame entrar
a ese lugar,  donde nacen las flores
donde nace el amor.

entregame tus labios rotos lo quiero besar,
los quiero curar, los voy a cuidar
con todo mi amor...
es raro el amor aaah es raro el amor aaah
que se te aparece cuando menos piensas.
es raro el amor aaah es raro el amor aaah
no importa la distancia, ni el tiempo ni la edad!

Moja el desierto de mi alma con tu mirar,
con tu tierna voz, con tu mano en mi mano
por la eternidad...

Y entregame esos labios rotos lo quiero besar,
los quiero curar, los voy a cuidar
con todo mi amor...

es raro el amor aaah es raro el amor aaah
que se te aparece cuando menos piensas. 

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Give me your heart and let me in
to that place , where the flowers are born
where love is born.

Give me your broken lips I wanna kiss them,
I want to heal them, I will care for them
with all my love ...

love is rare aaah aaah love is rare
which appears when you least think.
love is rare aaah aaah love is rare
no matter the distance, the time or age!

Soak the desert of my soul with your look,
with your tender voice, with your hand in my hand
for eternity ...

And give me those broken lips i want to kiss them,
I want to heal them, I will care for them
with all my love ...

love is rare aaah aaah love is rare
which appears when you least think.

Happy International Men's Day!

Inaugurated in 1999

"It's easier to build strong children
than to repair broken men."
- Frederick Douglass

The image in the rareview mirror

What will become of me?
- you asked
...You'll be like an image
that fades away in the rareview mirror.
The image of  love
that once was mine alone.
...but in the end... an image
fading in the rareview mirror.

- D Feline 2000 -
 The Original

Caught in the Sun

by Course of Nature

You're my distance, destination of choice
I'd give anything just to hear your voice
I could have passed you on the street
Without saying a word
Most times, I miss the voice that goes unheard

What if I missed you
You got caught in the sun
What if I did something never to be enough

People everywhere how could I be sure
If it's you that I have been looking for
What would it take for me to be comfortable
With you, with me you're the chosen one

You are there for me
This I hope and pray
Will you wait for me
Or will I be too late this time

Guy Fawkes Night!

"Remember, remember, the 5th of November,

Gunpowder, treason and plot!"

Happy Bonfire Night

Not a man, but a wolf...

 

"He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, 

but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the Steppes. 

He had learned a good deal . . . and was a fairly clever fellow. 

What he had not learned, however, was this: 

to find contentment in himself and his own life. 

The cause of this apparently was that 

at the bottom of his heart 

he knew all the time (or thought he knew) 

that he was in reality not a man, 

but a wolf of the Steppes."

 -Herman Hesse (Steppenwolf)

Feliz Dia de Muertos!

Festejando a nuestros difuntos!

"Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.  

~Author Unknown

Wishes of a Living Dead

Death haunts these parts,
remains watching me with sadness;
a single idea
has got into her head:
that'll be her fiancée...

Every night she strolls outside my house,
greets me with a dismal smile
and a great hope: 
that'll watch over her
while she cheerfully works...

Hours go by becoming eternal,
she waits for me at the corner
but I can't follow her,
I can not with this agony,
I can not against this conquest...

Maybe I should go after her,
learn every night to love her;
that way I wouldn't be so lonely
and I could dance 'till the end
in a beautiful and silent garden of memories...
a cemetery!

- D Feline '99

The original