sábado, 26 de diciembre de 2009


Warhol en el Malba ♥




:)



Prima










Muchos cablesss tsssssssss




Barco y sueño (mucho) (:



Hermana





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She smiles, Then she laughs and then She rights the wheel, On the road again. While all you fear are her thighs.

A man, makes a man a man, is that the way to kiss a friend? She is not, She is so Kindly meet me under stairs a city skyline just don't care what comes, but we should mind that we don't.

To sound, them bells, Skin thick To tell, Not sick, Nor well, The air, To speak, The nose The feet
The ear, To see, Too fool, To stop, Too late, Blue cop, And you Are me, To wear No clothes, To strike, No pose, No hook No shoes, Quick eat Then home To clean them bones, To stick, To guts, The art Of loud, Too neat, Too proud, No taste No foul The part To keep, To yield To beat.....

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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.