October 27, 2012
October 23, 2012
October 21, 2012
August 19, 2012
Got no money left, threw it all away.
went down to mexico, tried to escape the rains.but every time i see you, i still feel the same.
been down so long, somethings just never change.
but one day, i know, i will be back again.
i'll be back in spanish town my friend.
remember red church street, and drinking wine all day?
and how we used to meet down prison oval way?
the days grow longer, longer we're away
from that place that lonely music plays.
but one day, i know, i will be back again.
i'll be back in spanish town my friend.
June 23, 2012
There are blows in life, so great.
Blows as if from the hatred of God.
As if before them, the backlash of everything suffered were to damn up the soul.
They are few, but they are.
They open dark furrows in the fiercest face and in the strongest side.
Perhaps they could be the horses of Barbarous Attilas or the black heralds death sends us.
There are blows in life, so great.
- Máncora
Blows as if from the hatred of God.
As if before them, the backlash of everything suffered were to damn up the soul.
They are few, but they are.
They open dark furrows in the fiercest face and in the strongest side.
Perhaps they could be the horses of Barbarous Attilas or the black heralds death sends us.
There are blows in life, so great.
- Máncora
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