"Una cara presionada, en la mía. Un hueco negro plantando un beso. Un grito escandaloso. No fue crueldad, ni tampoco un insulto. Era una forma extraña de amor universal. Un impulso de gran...
if you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too if you can wait and not...
A writer, or any artist, can't expect to be embraced by the people, you know I've done records where it seemed like no one listened to them, you write poetry books that maybe you know,...