martes, 28 de septiembre de 2010

TRYING TO REMIND HER
WHEN WE GO BACK

I MISSED THE LAST BUS, I'LL TAKE THE NEXT TRAIN
I TRY BUT YOU SEE, ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN
I SAY THE RIGHT THINGS, BUT ACT THE WRONG WAY
I LIKE IT RIGHT HERE, BUT I CANNOT STAY.




lo único que puedo hacer ahora es tomar un poco de té, y fumarme un cigarro al lado de la ventana. y hay canciones que ya no puedo escuchar. todo esto es, algo, no sé bien. en algún momento voy a poder dejar de pensar un poco.

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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.