55 entries from srah blah blah tagged with 'poetry':

It whips my hair back and forth (or just forth?)

My hair, when it is Left to its own devices Is mostly just straight. But it curls slightly Under on the right side and Out on the left side. So as a result, It seems the wind is always Blowing to the left....

srah - Wednesday, 15 December 2010 - 6:46 PM
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So I send people Moustache Trees on Facebook instead

My beard grows to my toes,I never wears no clothes,I wraps my hair,Around my bare,And down the road I goes. - Shel Silverstein I was raised to believe that women can do anything that men can do. So I'm always disappointed when I remember that I will (probably) never grow the long, flowing beard that I've dreamed of....

srah - Thursday, 15 May 2008 - 12:48 PM
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Overnight, there's been a breathless change in you

Well hello, and welcome to my living room blog. It's a Multi-Stanza Weather-Haiku Extravaganza! And you're all invited! Last night: wore no coat This morning: need light jacket Right now: OH GOD, SNOW! Forty-one degrees Where the hell did that come from? Should have brought a hat What be these white flakes? Be it snow, or do the gods Need Head & Shoulders? Accident'ly punched the microwave. Unrelated to weather, sorry. My hand is bleeding Next time I'll punch you HARDER! Curse you, microwave! Oh, back to weather. Now they're forecasting showers. We'll be wet AND cold. I'm not crying...

srah - Thursday, 15 November 2007 - 10:56 PM
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Carl Kasell, eat your heart out

What a marvelous food is the waffle As are soup and french fries and falafel But while muttar paneer Makes me drool in my kheer "Cock-a-leekie" makes me want to rofl....

srah - Wednesday, 29 August 2007 - 5:19 PM
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Impressions of the Houston airport, in haiku form

Wandering, sleepy A golf cart runs me over Then another one Golf carts everywhere Ferry old and invalid And lazy people Familiar transport But elsewhere the golf carts beep Here drivers mumble She says: "Excuse me" Just before I am mowed down "Bump" under her wheels In Texas, roadkill: Car versus armadillo Golf cart versus srah...

srah - Wednesday, 13 June 2007 - 8:50 AM
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Ode to a guilty pleasure

O chocolate milk! Dairy is good for me but You are full of carbs....

srah - Monday, 4 June 2007 - 12:46 PM
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Follow-up on yesterday's Seussian weather report

Now here is something less-ly good: We're going to have a little flood....

srah - Wednesday, 21 February 2007 - 8:17 AM
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Wherein the rising temperatures turn me into Dr Seuss

The snow's all melted into mud And Sarah says: It is no gud....

srah - Tuesday, 20 February 2007 - 12:02 PM
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American Idol: Poetry in Motion

Dammit! They sent Schmeedle home? I checked in partway through the show and saw that it was going to be either him or Bucky, so I thought I had it in the bag. Looks like I'll be able to reuse my haiku next week: Howling and off-key The reign of Bucky must end My ears are bleeding...

srah - Thursday, 23 March 2006 - 6:48 AM
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Haiku is a way/ to make a boring entry/ tons more interesting

Srah has a craving for couscous, although she would accept tabouleh. Searching for restaurants? Fruitless. The school dining halls Likewise are devoid. Couscous here must be prepared at home, which is not Feasible for lunch. Alas....

srah - Friday, 17 February 2006 - 12:07 PM
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You are a weiner!

Everybody wants a personalized poem/song/haiku! But there can be only ONE! Sort of like vampire slayers, except there's more than one of those, apparently. So... not at all like vampire slayers. In fact, the hydrogen peroxide that we found had expired in March 1983, over a year before the birth of Alfie. So, with no further ado, I proudly announce that the winner of our contest is Jamelah with her guess of "july 85." Here are your haikus (I didn't say that they would be good or you'd like them!) Lying on her back, Jamelah's thinking about Justin Timberlake. She's...

srah - Monday, 1 August 2005 - 7:29 AM
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As long as I'm trapped at Bubble Island for hours on end...

Lychee fusion tea With lychee jellies. It tastes like perfumed fruit juice. Lychee fusion tea has lychee jellies that look like diseased maggots. Lychee fusion tea has lychee jellies that feel like diseased maggots. And yet, overall I find lychee tea to be quite enjoyable....

srah - Thursday, 24 March 2005 - 8:04 PM
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Poetry corner

Ode to my dinner tonight Oh muttar paneer You are made with peas and cheese I have leftovers. Ode to a conversation we had over dinner about Mongolian delicacies I like peas and cheese. I like the two together. I like both of them. I like butter, tea. I like them separate, but Not butter in tea! Ode to yuckiness in a bottle I've just taken some Robitussin to fight off A cold I'm getting. It tastes rather crap. Medicine men, please work hard To make it tasty. It has maken me Jittery - and nauseous too Not really sleepy....

srah - Monday, 21 March 2005 - 3:01 AM
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Wherefore stopp'st thou at this here traffic light?

I was driving behind a Mercury Mariner today with the personalized license plate: ANCIENT. The only thing that would have made it better is if it were covered in frost....

srah - Wednesday, 16 February 2005 - 3:29 PM

This is either a poem or a collection of thoughts.

Junior Mints are a little firm and standoffish on the outside, but the inside is soft and comforting. They are like a hug, in candy form. I like Junior Mints....

srah - Friday, 15 October 2004 - 3:41 PM
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People lying in the woods, eating sandwiches?

I came to my meagre appreciation poetry because of the movies. I don't feel that any effort was really made in my education to encourage us to read or enjoy poetry... off the top of my head, I can't remember ever reading any in school. So when I was growing up and especially in my first year of college, poetry was something to be feared - something written by Jewel and angsty college freshmen and other people with no talent. Not having had that basis in school, I have to say that my poetical education is very limited, extending mostly...

srah - Wednesday, 13 October 2004 - 11:15 AM
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A poem by me

Yay me I contribute To the downfall of Internet Explorer...

srah - Tuesday, 5 October 2004 - 6:24 PM
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Must... not... buy... until after graduation...

Darn you, Tiffany! With thy evil Sims sequel Thou hast tempted me....

srah - Wednesday, 22 September 2004 - 11:33 AM
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'For what, we ask, is life without a touch of Poetry in it?'

Fall arrived today. I was not forewarned of this. Came as quite a shock. Bare legs and flip-flops Are not autumn apparel. I may not survive....

srah - Friday, 17 September 2004 - 9:23 AM
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Ode to a smaller slug than the one I squashed

Dear Huge Slug On The Bathroom Floor, How did you get there? Are there more? Why aren't you moving? Are you dead? Or asleep or have been a-salt-ed? Dear Huge Slug On The Bathroom Floor, I'm glad it's not my bathroom; I'll just close the door....

srah - Thursday, 19 August 2004 - 10:28 AM
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Haiku regarding the picture at left

See how I'm dressed in November 2002? I want a scarf now. This cold weather is inappropriate - July should be stifling!...

srah - Friday, 9 July 2004 - 9:21 AM
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Syllables counted/ Poems being created/ Haiku explosion!

A few years ago I went to Le May sur Evr' Haiku all the way. Return of haiku! Return of Srah to Le May! Return to pastry? I was to go to Angers tonight, but so is The darned Tour de France! There's too much traffic. Darned sports! Instead, I must take the train to Cholet. See friends, eat pastries Sight-see... most importantly: Escape the abbey!...

srah - Friday, 9 July 2004 - 6:25 AM
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My big fat huge foam-rubber poetry anthology

Going to Easter Island? Bring me back a huge Foam-rubber Moai head. "What's a Moai?" you ask? Easter Island's are in stone. Not in foam-rubber. Moais are big stone heads - more mysterious than their rubber counterparts. How did they get there? Stone ones are a mystery. Foam ones: from Taiwan. Are huge foam-rubber Moai heads available at Easter Island shops? If not, I will found a booming industry in foam-Moai souvenirs. Huge foam-rubber things: fingers saying number one, cheese hats and Moai heads. All talk of Moai-heads aside, I would still like to wear a praline-hat....

srah - Sunday, 4 April 2004 - 12:00 AM
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More sick-day haiku

Katie and Sarah Are once again caught up in The Haiku Cycle. 7 AM: Barf*. Rest of the day: Starve instead. Neither is much fun. Tea, broth and crackers Don't provide much sustenance For poor, sickly srahs. I watched A New Hope. Grainy film, Han shot Greedo. The Special Eds suck. Attack of the Clones srah wants the clones to attack Hayden Christensen. Oh Princess Leia Hair all bunnified. You could Kick your mother's ass. ––––– * Could be replaced with "bjork," thanks to jday......

srah - Tuesday, 17 February 2004 - 3:16 PM
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Ode to the flu (or whatever this is)

Poor little Sarah Have a cup of tea. Wet heaves instead of dry ones. Before: curl up with a good movie. In grad school: curl up with text books. It seems I do have stomach muscles. I know 'cause I feel them spasming....

srah - Monday, 16 February 2004 - 8:24 AM
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Ode to the new love of my life

A reason to stay in my room and to study: Thank you, space heater. Normally, mine is the coldest room in the house. It isn't today. Today, only a few sweaters are required - Not gloves in the house....

srah - Sunday, 25 January 2004 - 8:57 PM
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Yet another food-ku

I have spent so much time shopping, wrapping and cleaning that I haven't had more than a cup of soup in over 24 hours. I was at the point where I was so hungry it made me nauseous to think of food. I am now easing myself in with tea and am looking forward to a cheese sandwich. O My Cheese Sandwich! With Ossau and a bagel come to my rescue!...

srah - Wednesday, 24 December 2003 - 1:04 PM
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Collaboration haiku

End of group project. At 3am, groupthinking becomes nothinking....

srah - Wednesday, 10 December 2003 - 3:32 AM
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Haiku explanation for stains

Lunchtime incident: Lentil soup should stay in bowl Not on Sarah's shirt....

srah - Thursday, 20 November 2003 - 1:05 PM
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Best. Combination. Ever.

Talk Like a Pirate Day at SI. How can we apply this? Piracy as a social system: What is their collection? Booty. Read some much better pirate haiku. [via Dave Barry's Blog]...

srah - Friday, 19 September 2003 - 12:45 PM
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It's poetry. Because I said so.

Tomorrow we shall be pirates. Pirates! Pirates all the live long day. But forsooth, dear friends; We shall not be pirates all our lives. There comes a time when piratehood must end. So the next day, we can be ninjas. [link via Obsessive Frog, poetry(?) via yours truly]...

srah - Thursday, 18 September 2003 - 7:55 PM
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Do I hafta compare thee to a summer's day?

Relati you eyes of the warning, to a relative swimming of the hats! The spiders a round circle three times and you close your eyes with the fear of Santo, because she projected inside in hath of miell´┐Że and drank latte one of the paradieses. This is Lost in Translation's version of the last few lines of Kubla Khan. Somehow I love it almost as much as the original. Of course, you may prefer other poems: And then my heart with sufficienza of the pleasure and the dances with jonquils. (Wordsworth) The hour of stars is not desired: it extinguishes...

srah - Tuesday, 16 September 2003 - 7:19 PM

On extended weekends (Lament of the hourly temp)

You are paid the same If you work Friday or not? Not so for Sarah. Thirty-five hours Must be worked, even when the Week has thirty-two....

srah - Tuesday, 1 July 2003 - 3:15 PM
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I can't seem to make piracy pay

Song of Perfect Propriety by Dorothy Parker Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind my ear. And when my captives' chains would clank I'd howl with glee and drink, And then fling out the quivering plank And watch the beggars sink. I'd like to straddle gory decks, And dig in laden sands, And know the feel of throbbing necks Between my knotted hands. Oh, I should like to strut and curse Among my blackguard crew... But I am writing little verse, As little ladies do. Oh, I...

srah - Friday, 27 June 2003 - 8:53 AM
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Latest foray into insane random poetry

Annoying and French translation, Okay, so far? but that J.K. keeps it turns in American culture BAD. not a sort of a varied meal but translating is not hairy pottery , then remembered back to say Si. I promise be a Dunkin Donuts They cancelled it I mean, that good French about a pronoun that it interesting that the example for incompetence....

srah - Sunday, 22 June 2003 - 11:27 PM

I was not aware that E.L. Fudge was a holy city

I thought this wasn't working, but no such luck. You will be attacked, once again, with the beauty of random poetry. srah blah blahs: Search this Japanese cat of weather makes you find ourselves doing pilgrimages from many movies about how good Sure that which were wondering, as the dickens, but I am blah blahs: 8 ] [months of opticians, so that I suck at CSS. While at it, will never had any expensive repair, he was great, interest, young Frenchman who would pull out the other senses, I want them out I speak Spanish as a Suspicious Outsider, I...

srah - Friday, 6 June 2003 - 11:54 AM
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Haiku Fever epidemic

Am bored out of my mind in the train; will torture myself with haiku. I am afflicted, when I visit assistants, with Haiku Fever. I don't know what langue to speak with Christianna. English? French? Flemish? Why I like Belgium: Multilingualism and pommes frites and waffles. I am sad to leave Grenoble but it's Sophie's turn to visit now. Sometimes I wish that I lived in an area more geared t'words tourists. Then people would be sure to stop and visit when they came to the States. Other passengers wonder why I keep counting up to seventeen. Haiku is too...

srah - Sunday, 27 April 2003 - 10:55 AM
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Ode to a Man With an Empty Tupperware Container, or View From My Bus Window

Man holds Tupperware. A greyhound pees behind him, wearing a raincoat. I was inspired. I'm very sorry. THE HAIKU CURSE STRIKES AGAIN!!!!!!!...

srah - Friday, 20 December 2002 - 10:51 AM
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Trouble ahead...

Oh for heaven's sake! Weekend plans not bad enough in song? Try haiku! To Angers I go to see Antoine, our former assistant français. I don't know what there is to see in Angers but I guess I'll see it. The Loire Valley is full of castles but I don't think he lives in one. He lost my number and called Alex but Nasko answered as usual. Poor Nasko, Pato's receptionist. At least he speaks to France often... Antoine and srah will commiserate, both having cheris far away. Between le Mexique and le Chili, he and I should practice Spanish!...

srah - Tuesday, 12 November 2002 - 3:51 PM
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First random poetry at new location

From Rob's Poetry Generator srah And the Old dead English When I hate you, expect to travel, but they would like a pretty interesting story, on the words wretched hive and a Sixth Sense I leave for the pie pan. The life of cinema did about it is a lasting positive impact on purpose. I kept coming to see them was nice to radio static, punctuated occasionally by the Monday Mission Tuesday Wednesday Whimsy Thursday Threesome Friday Five minutes on someone life. which makes me and those you are supposed to wish myself actuallyI went home That freaked me feel...

srah - Sunday, 22 September 2002 - 3:18 PM

srah writes French pop songs?

srah is an hourly worker, entitled to take trips with me Oh, oui. Oh, oui. Oh, yeah. I counted my face gets my Desk not.seeing the GW email woesAlbion has, been grinding my generation could see the way... - Rob's Amazing Poetry Generator...

srah - Wednesday, 31 July 2002 - 2:57 PM

Beavis and/or Butthead

The latest from Rob's Amazing Poetry Generator: srah Heh heh. [heh. heh. heh. heh. Heh heh....

srah - Monday, 22 April 2002 - 5:47 PM


Apparently April is poetry month. I shall refrain from returning to haiku-mode. Don't worry, Katie. Instead I present a new poem via Rob's Poetry Maker. srah They *are you But always said read up of , his application. Which obviously makes the morning to Denis, We guessed that the world Console me? [categorically to attract people might help.Take you blah blah blah. blahs as well in one thing Happened in Meijers, just like Hello Dolly meets A Virgin sequence and Rob want her power, what would want to leave the Duckling Has a video clip with me. going out....

srah - Friday, 5 April 2002 - 2:28 PM
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Haiku galore

Stinking fishies are living in a dirty tank. They like oxygen. Neighbors came by and sprayed each other with canned whipped cream. Don't muss our space. The Heart and Stomach of a King is perused in my History class. Elizabeth re- placed the Virgin Mary in the new English church. She fooled around with sev'ral men but was still known as the Virgin Queen. Programming is hard. Even Visual Basic. Non-logical mind. It is good to know for sure that you do not have a brain infection. What is your advice for making a long-distance relationship work? Winter storms approach....

srah - Tuesday, 26 February 2002 - 1:44 AM
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I am still thinking in haiku. Help me! Help me! Where is the off-switch?...

srah - Monday, 25 February 2002 - 1:56 PM
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srah in haiku mode:/ There is no stopping her, so/ don't even try it

Boyfriend took quizzes and found that he was Belle and he loved Aragorn. Christianna left goat cheese in my fridge. I am scared to open it. Roommate said she put air in the fish tank. I thought she blew with a straw. Dively has a man? Must learn details of smooching with Jeopardy champ. Le frère et l'ami d'Antoine sont ici. Ils ne parlent que français. (Is "parlent" one or two syllables? It is hard to haiku in French.) There are some loose leaves in my tea. They are getting caught between my teeth. It is too late to write...

srah - Monday, 25 February 2002 - 2:22 AM
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Check out the rabbit haiku!

I never wrote one but Dave's bunny incites me to give it a try. I invite you to leave your own bunny haiku in his comment-thing. As for me, I say that the pancakes-Oolong makes me hungry... for which?...

srah - Monday, 25 February 2002 - 2:05 AM
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I am addicted

I am addicted to Random Poetry. srah blah blah blah. to be in seeing the belly. Maybe have lost the basement of whining about that way. like contemporary poetry: dealie sounds like blogs OF entitlement that passed the Jedi Special effects? Is pretty dorky and loose spelling like to man,has proved to herself in a Wind in Grenoble or somewhere shady, and got me but I realize right here were my Great Issues yellow bellow 3:20pm un français en parle . I know how to go to myself linked with Ellen and I get a . [...

srah - Thursday, 24 January 2002 - 3:51 AM

Last one of the evening...

Last one of the evening - I swear! srah blah to check Mongolian BBQ to blame my CS class for how to shoes?were breathing, A property of personal information to win me,to the basement of Nimh does make in shame Someone worse by entertaining style and sudden, rather than sounding like it was that people When we had both watched it Ho hum. I know anything anyone you mean strange. Perhaps......

srah - Wednesday, 23 January 2002 - 5:03 PM

Here is a thought

Here is a thought on why I don't like contemporary poetry: Teachers these days seem to encourage people to tap into their innermost emotions when writing poetry... and I really do not care about whiny teenaged angst. I would rather have a story with events in it, thank you....

srah - Sunday, 20 January 2002 - 7:21 PM

Mr Enlow was blogging

Mr Enlow was blogging about his love for poetry. I've never been much of a fan myself, mostly because of the same whiny contemporary poetry out there. The medium is short enough that people seem to be able to pump out loads of really crappy poetry, whereas, say, a novel requires much more effort. Just a theory. Just before and around the time that Pandaemonium came out, I studied up a lot on Wordsworth and Coleridge and this one appealed to me - maybe just because I like the sound of it when read aloud in an English accent: Kubla...

srah - Sunday, 20 January 2002 - 3:02 PM
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A recently-discovered blog I like:

A recently-discovered blog I like: little.red.boat. Anna quotes this poem: The reason I like Edna St Vincent Millay Is that her name sounds like a basketball falling down stairs. The reason I like Walt Whitman Is that his name sounds like Edna St Vincent Millay falling down stairs. *tee hee!*...

srah - Wednesday, 28 November 2001 - 5:00 PM
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Watched "Alias" tonight

Watched "Alias" tonight because John Hannah was on. My thoughts? I'm lazy and have just copied my JHAC post. The first time I saw the photo of Shepard (John Hannah), I squealed and Alex rolled up into a little ball, making fun of me. It feels like it's been a long time since I've seen him in something *new*. I've seen old projects I just got ahold of, but it's been several months since TMR. For the longest time, I thought I was watching the wrong episode because there was no mention of Shepard and they didn't seem to be...

srah - Monday, 19 November 2001 - 3:49 AM
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Another fruitful teatime

Another fruitful teatime with Cheryl! We founded the Society for the Institution of Zed in order to reintroduce "zed" as the pronounciation for the letter Z. Cheryl crosses her Zs, which gets her a gold star right on her forehead. We also wrote a letter that we forgot to send to Baldwin, which is unrivaled in poetic greatness: Dearest Beloved Baldwin, My name is Stan and i don't like cran berry tea. My last name is Zimmerman and i don't like cinnamon tea. either. ethereal earl elates gargantuan grey gregarious grey graciously grants guzzling glee earl is a pearl in...

srah - Monday, 5 November 2001 - 7:14 PM
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One of the finest poets of the day

One of the finest poets of the day has brought into the world yet another masterpiece. First, we will share an earlier example of her Spanish-language oeuvre, then her latest work on the theme of "Autumn". Sit back, because you are in for a treat. La Sangre Yo no soy un café. [I am not a café.] Sin embargo hay personas que me persiguen a todas partes [However, there are people following me everywhere] Buscando algo de beber. [Looking for something to drink.] Este líquido en mis venas [This liquid in my veins] No es expresso, [Is not espresso,] ¡Malditos...

srah - Monday, 5 November 2001 - 12:37 PM
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