Signages On Proper Disposal Of Sanitary Napkin

Antonio Machado - Portrait

PORTRAIT:::

................... ......... My childhood memories are of a courtyard in Seville,
............................ and a garden where the mature lemon tree
............................ my youth, twenty years in the land of Castile
............................ my story, few things you do not want.

............................ Not a seductive Manara, nor have been
Bradomin ............................ -ya know my awkward sartorial dressing-
............................ but I got the arrow assigned Cupid
............................ and loved as they may have in hospital.

............................ There is in my veins blood drops Jacobin
............................ but my verse serene spring flows;
............................ and more than a man who knows his use doctrine,
............................ 'm in the best sense of the word, good.

............................ I love the beauty and aesthetics in the modern
............................ cut the old garden roses from Ronsard;
............................ love but not the makeup of the current cosmetic
............................ Nor am I a bird those of the new gay-chirping.

............................ despise the ballads of
holes tenors ............................ and the chorus of crickets that sing to the moon.
............................ A distinction I stop the voices of the echoes,
............................ and listen only, between the voices, one.

............................ Am classical or romantic? I do not know. I want to leave
............................ my poetry as the captain left his sword
............................ famous for the hand that brandished virile,
............................ not the smith trade learned valuable.

............................ talk to the man who always goes with me
............................ , who speaks only hope to talk to God one day, "
............................ my soliloquy is a conversation with this good friend
............................ who taught me the secret of philanthropy.

............................ And after all, I owe you nothing, you owe me all I have written.
............................ to my work I go, my money paid
............................ the dress that covers me and the house I inhabit,
............................ the bread me and the bed where I lie.

............................ And when the day of the last trip,
............................ and stay on the ship that never returns,
............................ find me a little luggage aboard,
............................ almost naked, like the children of the sea.

Beatles - PORTRAIT