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breakfast burritos and sad songs: in lieu of the people themselves
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. In lieu of the people themselves. A translator who has a phobia of moths. Spent three years translating a book with a moth motif. It’s ironic, she has said, that she knew more about the moths. Than the author of the original, who was merely fascinated. The translation contained a greater variety of moths than the original,. Her moths, the ones that were too aptly named,.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs: the cost
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Never give all the Heart. BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS. Never give all the heart, for love. Will hardly seem worth thinking of. To passionate women if it seem. Certain, and they never dream. That it fades out from kiss to kiss;. For everything that’s lovely is. But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright,. For they, for all smooth lips can say,.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. All has been consecrated. The creatures in the forest know this,. The earth does, the seas do, the clouds know. As does the heart. Strange a priest would rob us of this knowledge. And then empower himself with the ability. St Catherine of Sienna (14th Century). Miguel paniagua salsipuedes buenaventura. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Click to go to 505 Elm Ave.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs: from "Night of the Iguana"
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. From "Night of the Iguana". Miguel paniagua salsipuedes buenaventura. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Click to go to 505 Elm Ave. Breakfast burritos and sad songs? Read the best commencement address ever. Watch a Frontline documentary. Go to the beach. Watch a good film. The Crucible CRQs Act 3. Stand Up Paddle Surfing. Eli Goes to Delhi. San diego, ca, United States.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs: missing her this mother's day but always my mother's son.
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Missing her this mother's day but always my mother's son. Of course they are empty shells, without hope of animation. Of course they are artifacts. Even if my sister and I should wear some,. Or if we give others away,. They will always be your clothes without you,. As we will always be your daughters without you. Source: Poetry (March 2000). Click to go to 505 Elm Ave.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs: scribble sunlight in the margins
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Scribble sunlight in the margins. A remix for remembrance. BY KRISTIANA RAE COLÓN. This is for the boys whose bedrooms are in the basement,. Who press creases into jeans, who carve their names in pavement,. The girls whose names are ancient, ancestry is sacred,. The Aztec and the Mayan gods abuela used to pray with. This is for the dangerous words hiding in the pages.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs: this old house is cold and empty
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. This old house is cold and empty. Miguel paniagua salsipuedes buenaventura. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Click to go to 505 Elm Ave. Breakfast burritos and sad songs? Read the best commencement address ever. Watch a Frontline documentary. Go to the beach. Watch a good film. The Crucible CRQs Act 3. Stand Up Paddle Surfing. Eli Goes to Delhi.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs: turn sad songs to lullabies.
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Turn sad songs to lullabies. Miguel paniagua salsipuedes buenaventura. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Click to go to 505 Elm Ave. Breakfast burritos and sad songs? Read the best commencement address ever. Watch a Frontline documentary. Go to the beach. Watch a good film. The Crucible CRQs Act 3. Stand Up Paddle Surfing. Eli Goes to Delhi. View my complete profile.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs: Represent as you must: dusk, dying, ends/ and row us into winter’s water
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Represent as you must: dusk, dying, ends/ and row us into winter’s water. Summer-long the gulls’ old umbra cry. But certain waves went by, then by. The sky shook out the days. The seabirds’ hunger rose in rings,. Flung rock-clams to their shatterings,. Raked gullets full, the bone-bills scraped. High noon: oceans of time escaped. All winter we slept benched together,.
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breakfast burritos and sad songs: On the day that you wake up under some yellow curtains with a smile on your face
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Breakfast burritos and sad songs. The lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. On the day that you wake up under some yellow curtains with a smile on your face. I Wanted to Make Myself like the Ravine. I wanted to make myself like the ravine. So that all good things. Would flow into me. Because the ravine is lowly,. It receives an abundance. Who suffers from lacking,. But consider, too, that a ravine. In flows a peach. But in flows, too,. Stand Up...
