sábado, 12 de marzo de 2011


How i miss you, How i miss you.
I should never call, How i hope that you still miss me.

Did I lose you? Did I lose you?
Somewhere down the line, Hide & seeks alright if i find.

Do you miss me, Like i miss you? If you miss me, Never go away.
Hopefully, you'll come stay someday.

If you're leaving, come back soon.
Thats not easy to say I'll wait here,
dream of you, all alone as i ache.

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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.