Lyrics of Life

How did they kill my grandmother? This is how they killed my grandmother: In the morning a tank Rolled up to the city bank. One hundred and ...

Yet to die. Unalone still. For now your pauper-friend is with you. Together you delight in the grandeur of the plains, And the dark, the col...

I am happy living simply: like a clock, or a calendar. Worldly pilgrim, thin, wise—as any creature. To know the spirit is my beloved. To com...

We live, not sensing our own country beneath us, Ten steps away they dissolve, our speeches, But where enough meet for half-conversation, ...

It’s the last time, when I dare To cradle your image in my mind, To wake a dream by my heart, bare, With exultation, shy and air, To cue...

I am Goya of the bare field, by the enemy’s beak gouged till the craters of my eyes gape I am grief I am the tongue of war, the embers...

Wait for me and I’ll return, only wait very hard. Wait when you are filled with sorrow as you watch the yellow rain. Wait when the wind sw...

1- In the islands, the hunter Roams all day long But no luck for him And the courses himself What's he going to do How is he to se...