azucarados de los puertos,
caían indios sepultados
en el vapor de la mañana:
un cuerpo rueda, una cosa
sin nombre, un número caído,
un racimo de fruta muerta
derramada en el pudridero.
From “La United Fruit Co.” by Pablo Neruda
azucarados de los puertos,
caían indios sepultados
en el vapor de la mañana:
un cuerpo rueda, una cosa
sin nombre, un número caído,
un racimo de fruta muerta
derramada en el pudridero.
From “La United Fruit Co.” by Pablo Neruda
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=InfP...
“When Black Friday comes…”
“When Black Friday comes…”
#kevinkiley #notmyrepresentative
#kevinkiley #notmyrepresentative
Won't be nothing you can measure anymore.
The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold, and it's overturned the order of the soul.
When they said repent, I wonder what they meant?
Won't be nothing you can measure anymore.
The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold, and it's overturned the order of the soul.
When they said repent, I wonder what they meant?