* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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You confide in me that you are lonely,
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body