lunes, 16 de marzo de 2009


I've been looking so long at these pictures of you, That I almost believe that they're real. I've been living so long with my pictures of you, That I almost believe that the pictures are, All I can feel. Remembering You standing quiet in the rain, As I ran to your heart to be near And we kissed as the sky fell in. Holding you close How I always held close in your fear. Remembering, You running soft through the night, You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow. And screamed at the make-believe, Screamed at the sky And you finally found all your courage, To let it all go.

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I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.