Play the song and rejoice in the memory, before thinking we have some other ones to take care of, as in Israel and the mexican border.

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbors turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residues slipped away... slipped away
Pink Floyd, "A great day for Freedom".
2 comments:
I'm still mystified about how you make mandalas with 11 petals or 13 or 22 or other strange numbers.
[The word for the day is 'diese'.
You know, diese-e-seis, diese-e-see-ette.... :-P]
Or Diese-ocho, and diese-nooeveh, funny astronaut.
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