Many years ago....................

Once I was a stone many years ago
Into a pool was thrown many years ago.
Time passed by, the pool ran dry, excavated was I.
And tempered and beat in a fiery heat,
By the hand of a man, who's name was Dan
Dan the blacksmith.

Once I was a sword, many years ago.
And my blade was broad, many years ago.
Worn with pride, into battle I'd ride at a warrior's side.
And I cut and I killed and was lost in a field,
And I soon did rust, corrode to dust,
Oh my.

Once I was a daisy, many years ago.
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago.
But I was et by a goat who fell in a moat and forgetting to float
He sunk like a lead and stayed until dead,
But was relieved to find just how kind it all was.

Once I was a grub, many years ago.
I lived in muck and mud, many years ago.
But on the very first noon I became a cocoon that resembled a prune.
When the Good Lord was done in the warmth of the sun.
I shed my skins, and dried my wings, and I flew away.

Once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival.
And once I was a carp and lived in waters ornamental.
And once I was a myna bird, quoting verses from the Bible,
Said "pretty boy, pretty boy, St. Luke".

Once I was a mule, a many years ago.
But my master treat me cruel, a many years ago.
By and by I was sick, couldn't move to his kick, so he took out a stick
And hit it right 'cross my back to an almighty crack,
And to his dismay, I passed away, into the blue.

I was born a human baby, many years ago.
I was born unto a lady, many years ago.
All our hopes they were piled on the back of a child that turned out to be wild.
Sent the devil a prayer and caused the parson to swear.
So I took my leave to lie and thieve my way to jail.

I've been tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor.
I've known good times and disaster.
But now I've found a teacher, and the teacher has a master,
The master is perfection, so he'll help us get there faster.
I don't need no proof, because that's the truth, and I'll drink to that.

"Debaixo de nós nada mais se via senão uma tempestade negra, até que, olhando para oriente, entre as nuvens e as vagas, divisamos uma cascata de sangue misturado com fogo, e próximo de nós emergiu e afundou-se de novo o vulto escamoso de uma serpente volumosa. Por fim, a três graus de distância, na direcção do oriente, apareceu sobre as ondas uma crista incendiada: lentamente elevou-se como um recife de ouro, até avistarmos dois globos de fogo carmesim, dos quais o mar se escapa em nuvens de fumo. Vimos então que se tratava da cabeça do Leviatã. A sua fronte, tal como a do tigre, era sulcada por listras de verde e púrpura. Em breve vimos a boca e as guelras pendendo sobre a espuma enfurecida, tingindo o negro abismo com raios de sangue, avançando para nós com toda a fúria de uma existência espiritual."

“Que coisa, não é? O liberalismo, em qualquer das muitas guisas com que tem aparecido ou sido batizado por conveniência através da História, entra periodicamente em parafuso. Depois, aparentemente aprende alguma coisa e se renova, sempre à custa do dinheiro público, ou seja, em flagrante violação dos princípios liberais, quaisquer que sejam os apelidos que estejam usando na ocasião. Depois que o tranco passa e muito dinheiro muda de mão, embora não de classe, ele ressurge vigoroso e arrogante, execra qualquer interferência do governo e passa a de novo se reger exclusivamente por suas ‘leis’.”

here comes the sun

a tragédia do Sueco Levov

"(...) Como poderia, com toda sua bem calibrada bondade, ter imaginado que os riscos de viver de forma obediente eram tão elevados? (...) Mas quem está preparado para o impossível que vai acontecer? Quem está preparado para a tragédia e para o absurdo do sofrimento? A tragédia do homem despreparado para a tragédia - esta é a tragédia do homem comum."

“Government is not the solution to the problem. Government IS the problem.”

(Ronald Reagan)

walking down street without connections

"My baby bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
That little girl give me good reefer when I wanna get high
My baby bring me champagne when I'm thirsty, yes Lord
That little girl give me good reefer when I wanna get high
That's the kind of woman I'm looking for this morning man, Lord
Cause that the kind of woman would make this old man feel satisfied'