When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

lunes, 15 de febrero de 2010


You're such a delicate boy
in the hysterical realm
of an emotional landslide
in physical terms
With your cherry lips and golden curls
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