viernes, 1 de octubre de 2010

Turquoise boy I must confess to you.

Sweet liberation has come
You are a legend in a lovely game
But now I feel I must run

Turquoise boy the sky is calling me
Sweet isolation in the sun
You are a soldier in a sad charade
How can you lose whats never found.




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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.