San Francisco...
Mensagens
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a seat in the stand
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.
I'm on a PF mood, no excuses here...
So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell ,
blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail ?
A smile from a veil ,
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead-role in a cage ?
How I wish, How I wish you were here .
We're just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears
Wish you were here
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
The MNAC (Museo Nacional d'Art de Catalunya) is running a very interesting
exposition entitled "La fascinación de Oriente. Tesoros asiáticos de las colecciones reales españolas".
Under Phillip II, Spain and Portugal united in one and the Iberian peninsula gained
unprecendented and privileged access to Japan, China and the Phillipines using the two
routes: from Manila to Seville and from Lisbon to the East Indies...
Worth seeing it...