miércoles, 6 de mayo de 2009


Somedays aren’t yours at all They come and go as if they’re someone elses days. They come and leave you behind someone elses face And it’s harsher than yours, And colder than yours.

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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.