Make a Dream

And summer goes

Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper.

Winter blows, up from the river,

There's no one to take her

To the sea.

Like magazines

Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars

Make a dream, dream back to summer

And hear how he tells her,

"Wait for me".

(Joni Mitchell, Marcie, 1968)

You and Me

If the sun refused to shine

I would still be loving you.

When mountains crumble to the sea

There will still be you and me.

(Led Zeppelin, Thank You, 1969)

Dedicado a R, principio y fin.

I ran away in the morning

New York tendaberry

Blue berry

A rush on rum

Of brush and drum

And the past is a blue note

Inside me

I ran away in the morning

Now I'm back

Unpacked

Sidewalk and pigeon

You look like a city

But you feel like a religion

To me

(Laura Nyro, New York tendaberry, 1969)