lunes, noviembre 28, 2005

y a los 29, Dylan

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' whoThat it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'


Blogger Coco said...

Primero- Los Años Maravillosos...
y hoy "Dylan"!
Estás nostalgico?
As for the "times"-
each day is a NEW day!
The times are ALWAYS changing-
for the good, or for the bad...
but always changing.


8:04 p. m.  
Anonymous Atropos...¿O Medusa? said...

There are places I remember,
all my life though some have changed, some forever, not for better. Some are gone, and some remain.
All these places have their moments with lovers and friends I still can recall, some are dead and some are living...
But of all these friends and lovers, there is no one compares to you.
And these memories lose their meaning when I think of love of something new...
...I know I'll often stop and think about them.
In my life, I love you more...


8:53 a. m.  

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