Agua bajo el sol dorada, Se corta bajo el borde sur.
Retazos de barro y arena, Inundan mi verde primaveral
Tus ojos al mirar el río, Reflejan mi infinito mar
Quizás sin pensar consigo, Mezclar mi dulce río Con tu dulce mirar.
ay, wallas!
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- Julieta.
- 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.
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