I don’t like towns Nor do I like frantic people Rushing to nowhere As sad as hell, As hopeless as a stone, As empty as a hollow, Poor, Lunatic Piece of meat.
I've written the poem in the distance from my present feelings, but I consider it´s realistic; you only have to assume it. And of course it is subjective; that is my reality, not other's.
We don't need another hero, Bycause my name is Lukas, and New York, New York, Call me, call me, We are the world, we are the children, Yellou submarine, yellow submarine, Imagine, imagine...
True "que" my poeme of titles of song is very imaginative and "digno" of your blog, monster of the Guadalquivir river?
yes, yes, you're ugly, more ugly,very ugle, uglefull and I dont "sé" more. Salutations and congratulations for you, alajar man ugli. Me ha gustado eso de ugly, que no lo sabía.
I dare to say you aren't very optimist today. people are people, selfish and blind, but your poem is goog notwhitstanding.
ReplyDeleteI've written the poem in the distance from my present feelings, but I consider it´s realistic; you only have to assume it. And of course it is subjective; that is my reality, not other's.
ReplyDeleteThank you, as usual.
We don't need another hero,
ReplyDeleteBycause my name is Lukas,
and New York, New York,
Call me, call me,
We are the world, we are the children,
Yellou submarine, yellow submarine,
Imagine, imagine...
True "que" my poeme of titles of song is very
imaginative and "digno" of your blog, monster of the Guadalquivir river?
Very "digno", my friend, of course. And I am a monster... "of ugly".
ReplyDeleteyes, yes, you're ugly, more ugly,very ugle, uglefull and I dont "sé" more.
ReplyDeleteSalutations and congratulations for you, alajar man ugli.
Me ha gustado eso de ugly, que no lo sabía.
"Alajar man ugly" is splendid. Thank you.
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