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That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
You check the charts,
And start to figure it out.

And if it's crowded, all the better,
Because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.
You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
Yeah, I know it gets tired, but where are your friends
tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.

And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the
sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home.
Then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.
You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
Yeah, I know it gets tired, only where are your friends
tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in

Though when we're running out of the drugs
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of lies.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.

You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
Yeah, I know it gets tired, only You spent the first five
years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.

You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
Yeah, I know it gets tired, only where are your friends
tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight.

Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And days of long ago!

Chorus:For old long ago, my dear
For old long ago,
We will take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago.
We two have run about the hillsides
And pulled the daisies fine,
But we have wandered many a weary foot
For old long ago.

We two have paddled in the stream
From noon until dinner time,
But seas between us broad have roared
Since old long ago.
And there is a hand, my trusty friend,
And give us a hand of yours,
And we will take a goodwill draught
For old long ago!
And surely you will pay for your pint,
And surely I will pay for mine!
And we will take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago!

There's a place in your heart
And I know that it is love
And this place could be much
Brighter than tomorrow.
And if you really try
You'll find there's no need to cry
In this place you'll feel
There's no hurt or sorrow.
There are ways to get there
If you care enough for the living
Make a little space, make a better place.

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me and the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for
You and for me.

If you want to know why
There's a love that cannot lie
Love is strong
It only cares for joyful giving.
If we try we shall see
In this bliss we cannot feel
Fear or dread
We stop existing and start living
Then it feels that always
Love's enough for us growing
Make a better world, make a better world.

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me and the entire human race.
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for
You and for me.

And the dream we would conceived in
Will reveal a joyful face
And the world we once believed in
Will shine again in grace
Then why do we keep strangling life
Wound this earth, crucify it's soul
Though it's plain to see, this world is heavenly
Be God's glow.

We could fly so high
Let our spirits never die
In my heart I feel
You are all my brothers
Create a world with no fear
Together we'll cry happy tears
See the nations turn
Their swords into plowshares
We could really get there
If you cared enough for the living
Make a little space to make a better place.

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me and the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for
You and for me.

There are people dying if you care enough for the living
Make a better place for you and for me.
There are people dying if you care enough for the living
Make a better place for you and for me.

Michael Jackson
1958-2009

Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.

And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn
The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they,
Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day,
Support the fervours of the heavenly morn?

No, no! the energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife,

From strength to strength advancing only he,
His soul well-knit, and all his battles won,
Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.

by Matthew Arnold

Luchad, y puede que muráis. Huid y viviréis... un tiempo al menos. Y cuando estéis en vuestro lecho de muerte dentro de muchos años, ¿no cambiaréis todos los días desde aquí hasta entonces por una oportunidad, sólo una oportunidad, de volver aquí y decir a nuestros enemigos: Pueden quitarnos la vida, pero jamás nos quitarán... ¡¡¡la libertad!!!

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
by Stephen Foster

A Song from the Suds

Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.

I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls
The stains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make
Ourselves as pure as they;
Then on the earth there would be indeed
A glorious washing day!

Along the path of a useful life
Will heart's-ease ever bloom;
The busy mind has no time to think
Of sorrow, or care, or gloom;
And anxious thoughts may be swept away
As we busily wield a broom.

I am glad a task to me is given
To labor at day by day;
For it brings me health, and strength, and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say-
"Head, you may think; heart, you may feel;
But hand, you shall work always!"

Louisa May Alcott

There is no place you can go to hide from the thoughts
that you keep contemplating over and over inside your mind...

There is no place you can venture where your true emotions
will be concealed and the secrets of your heart will not show...

There is no place in this whole wide world you can travel
to where your spirit does not direct or guide you towards your destiny...

Life is the experience of being you;
no one can ever be someone other than who they are...

The beauty found in each and every person is the essence of life...
Simply ... you are who you are and for whatever time you have to be,

You must not try to shadow yourself,
but, rather, express yourself...

Author Unknown

La ceniza es una distancia de islas

y la espuma una lentitud de hueso;

en la desembocadura de los ojos

un enredijo de algas.

Impaciencia de gaviotas el atardecer.

Ecos del tiempo:

el cieno de la memoria

custodia rompientes, escamas, astros,

la sal de la bruma.

Trasiego de barcos el horizonte.

El despedazado velamen

ondea su voluntad de norte

y el oleaje agita el óxido, iza el ancla,

y la fría palpitación de la mar abierta

también arrastra las islas.

Por las rendijas de la tarde atisbo el cristal del otoño (reflejos que escarban las sombras) en colinas distantes que amarillean, en el viraje de los relieves de lava, en el labrado tiempo que es ceniza y es memoria, en la timidez de la hoja que desnuda la rama (aterida ninfa).
Sin el tumulto del viento, la indolencia del cielo, la perenne soledad de los luidos astros, en dejadez de nubes el parpadeo de la Luna y el sesgo de mis ojos en la geoda del frío (sombras que escarban los reflejos). Silencioso, el vaivén de la nostalgia (bruñido espejismo).

Juan Luis Campos