We are here
We can love We share something I'm sure that you mean the world to m Your name was the one that was always chosen
Your words and your kindness have set me free
Shame has a hold that has kept us frozen
You opened my eyes to a world that I could believe
And words can leave you broken inside
You'll have to decide
I'm hanging on to my pride
We are here
We can love
We share something
I'm sure that you mean the world to me
When you get what you need
There's no way of knowing
What you'll have is another hole to feed
The games that we're playing, they've left us hoping
The gift that we have, the life that we breathe
This world can leave you broken inside
With nowhere to hide
I'm hanging on to my pride
We are here
We've been chosen
We've been blessed with a place We need to find and then open
We are here
We can love
We share something
I'm sure that you mean the world to me
When you get what you need
There's no way of knowing
What you'll have is another hole to feed
"En una de sus últimas visitas a Madrid, Norberto Bobbio, [...] pedía ser llevado al Museo del Prado. Al salir dijo secamente: Ma che saggio questo Goya: sapeva che l'uomo e cattivo. ¡Qué sabio es Goya: sabía que el hombre es malo!" << Silva-Herzog Márquez-La Idiotez de lo Perfecto>>
noviembre 29, 2009
HOLE TO FEED
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